The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite pillars, like, supporting this massive, ancient-looking roof... Uh, it's really still and quiet, except for, umm, dolphins splashing in this weird, pink liquid on the ground. Air's kinda heavy, sweet-smelling, and my head is just... yawn... killing me, Echo, come on... gotta keep going...
Dolphins are, like, just walking through those pillars, no problem... and I'm just so tired, just want to rest... just lie down... yawn... everything's getting fuzzy... just want water... need shelter... just... yawn... just...