The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... crescent-shaped icicles hang from a ceiling somewhere above, but it's like... really far away... Everything's white and still, not even a breath of air. Can barely keep my eyes open... gotta find medical supplies... was trying to help... Elara... uh, somehow... A perfect crystal sphere is somehow inside my chest, just nestled between my ribs, and it's filled with this slow-moving liquid that's really warm... like it's alive... Can feel my vision blurring... gotta lie down...