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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weak, pink sunlight filters through the massive, crystalline lattice of some ancient, ruined palace... umm, the air's super heavy, it's like my lungs are drowning, and I taste... rust, I think. Waterfalls made of iridescent feathers cascade down impossible angles of shattered, crystal walls, their sound whisper-soft. Gravity's folding in on itself here, where, like, multiple stairways intersect, ascending and descending simultaneously into each other, but my vision's... fading, everything's just, uh, disintegrating into white noise, I think I'm done.