The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, pulsating mist swirls around a colossal, ancient, crystal-encrusted dam... it's eerily still, with a faint scent of wet earth and moss. Uh, the mist is somehow solidifying into iridescent, geometric blocks that tumble and bounce off the dam's surface, creating this surreal, muted clatter. A low-pressure system hangs in the air, casting an orange-red hue over the mist, like, it's just after sunset... I feel like I'm running out of air, my damaged lungs aching worse with each struggling breath. Water from the dam is flowing upwards, back into the mist.