The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down on a... umm, huge lotus flower, its petals like... iridescent mother-of-pearl, but covered in this thick layer of, uh, sticky tar that smells like... petroleum, and it's making my already-burning lungs worse. Elara... gotta find medical supplies... My head's spinning, and the lotus seems to be, like, pulling the rainwater into itself without getting wet, somehow. Crescent-shaped storm clouds above are stationary, despite a pretty fierce wind, and my vision's fading to black; I don't think I can keep going...