The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down from the sky, somehow accumulating into miniature whirlpools on the surface of a vast, iridescent soap bubble the size of a house. Umm, the air's got this sweet, perfumy scent to it, and it's pretty humid. Inside the soap bubble, I can see what looks like the swirling patterns from that sunken temple thing earlier - they're just suspended in mid-air, like part of the bubble itself now. Echo, stay with it, focus... don't let the fatigue catch up to you yet, we're not done here.