The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, abandoned monastery is suspended high above a vast, arid plain, like, with its stone foundations cracking and re-forming in a continuous cycle. The air is thick with humidity and smells of damp earth, umm, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding purple. Water is flowing upwards from the plain's surface, reforming into perfectly preserved fossils, and the monastery's walls are simultaneously crumbling and reconstructing themselves. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going...