The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of ravens... perched on these crumbling stone pedestals, their feathers getting blown back by the wind... Uh, everything's so... hazy... Like, the sky's a weird grey-blue color, sun's in the middle of the sky, I think. Air's really thin, my lungs are killing me, can barely... remember what I was doing, something for Elara, my sister... the trees... were important, I think... this place, it's some kind of ancient... umm, temple, got these massive, spiral-shaped fossils in the rocks... they're moving, like, growing... I'm feeling... like, really far away...