The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, black, powdery snow falls from the sky, like... gently, but it's not really cold. The air's got this... sweet, chemical smell, and it's really thick, makes my head hurt. There's a... structure, thing, in front of me, just a big, flat, featureless plate of metal or something, but it's... bent, somehow, so it's on both sides of me at the same time. Echo, c'mon, stay awake... gotta keep going... yawn.