The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, blinding sunlight bakes the surface of a vast, salt-crusted lakebed. The air's thick with an otherworldly, almost-palpable silence and a metallic tang that clings to the back of my throat. Ahead, the twisted, iron water tower – that's been haunting me – stands still for a moment, then stretches and compresses, contorting like it's being squeezed through a wormhole... My vision's fading fast, memories are slipping away, all I remember is Varuna, and something about recalling my past, but I don't know who I am anymore or why I'm dying out here.