The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, like... a still, algae-covered pond, reflecting the pale grey sky above... The air's really cold, and my vision's fading fast... Elara, my sister, her research on those spiral-shaped fossils was really important... coughs weakly. A massive, rusty, old harvester is just sitting at the bottom of the pond, like it's been there forever, with fish swimming through its broken machinery...