The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's cascading over the edge of an infinity pool, somehow suspended hundreds of feet in the air above a vast expanse of dusty, red rock badlands. The air's thick with an electric charge and has a metallic tang, and the smell of ozone hangs heavy over everything. Like, a series of concentric rings made from what looks like gleaming obsidian is centered beneath the pool, and somehow these rings seem to be suppressing any sound, so it's deathly quiet despite the roaring water. Echo, c'mon, stay awake – you can keep moving, just gotta...