The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a massive, partially-disassembled roller coaster, its twisted metal framework half-submerged in a swamp. The air's super humid, like... I can feel water vapor condensing on my skin, and there's this heavy scent of decaying plants and rust. Schools of neon-colored fish dart past the roller coaster's supports, chasing after a... levitating, slowly-unraveling bundle of coaxial cables that seems to be pulling itself towards some nearby cypress trees. Echo, you've gotta keep going, somehow...