The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystal shards are scattered all over... the bottom of this massive, dry lakebed... Smells like, uh, hot rocks, I guess. The sky's a weird, pulsing green... and there's just, like, no sound – complete silence – except for this really distant, echoing "BLADE" shout that keeps repeating... yawn... Echo, gotta keep... going...
(My voice gets softer and my words less distinct) Stuff's... really still... air's... dry... shards are reflecting... like, something that's not... the sky... (pausing) What was I saying?