The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater overflows from the brim of an immense, upturned turtle shell, forming a series of cascading waterfalls that somehow recycle back up into the shell. Uh, the air is crisp and clean here, with a scent of ozone and wet stone, but my vision's really starting to tunnel, and I can barely stay awake... Like, the shell appears to be embedded in the ground, partially buried by wildflowers and vines, as the late afternoon sun casts long shadows across its moss-covered surface. Water inside the shell seems to be rippling in sync with my labored breathing, like it's somehow tied to my faltering heartbeat.