The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through... really thin, wispy clouds... Air's pretty still, and it smells like... rain's coming. There's this massive, like, fossilized dragonfly wing, just... lodged in the side of a hill, surrounded by bioluminescent... vines, or something. My sister, Elara... gotta find... medical supplies... Don't think I can keep going, everything's... really... fuzzy... trails off.