The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines and creepers wrapped around these... metal spires that just rise up out of the ground, umm... really high. The air's heavy and still, smells like wet earth, and I think it's daytime but the sun's all... wrong, like it's just a big grey patch in the sky. There's this sound, like... static or something, but it's not really a sound, it's more like my skin's feeling it, and, uh, the spires are all slowly... unwinding or something, like they're made of twisted wire and it's just... uncoiling. Echo, man, keep going... yawn.