The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dolphins... uh, carved in the... trunks... of these giant... cypress trees, or something. The air's... heavy and damp, feels like... late evening, but it's still light out, like the sun's stuck in the sky. I'm... so tired, Echo, my eyes feel like... lead... need to... rest, gotta lie down... just for a minute, umm... There's this huge, uh, vortex... swirling above the trees, just a massive spiral thing, pulling the mist into the sky, like, silently... yawn...