The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty bike frames scattered all over a giant, empty swimming pool... Uh, air's really thick and still, smells like... chlorine and mildew. The sky's this dull, overcast gray, like it's... always going to rain, but doesn't. Elara was... important, my sister... weak cough, had to find those spiral fossils... don't think I can keep going... Umm, the pool's concrete floor has these weird cracks, like they're moving... spreading, and the bikes, they're all... submerged in this thick, transparent gel... like it's water, but it's not.