The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cobwebs cover the chandeliers of a grand ballroom, umm... there's no air movement, the dust isn't even settling. Shadows of dancing deer stretch across the walls, and there's this... feeling of expectation, like a thousand eyes are watching me from somewhere else. I was supposed to find medical supplies, Elara's face is... fading, I don't think I can... keep going. The windows reflect an impossible landscape, the Elysian Fields are just outside, and a moonlit path beckons through the stillness of a perfect, frozen night.