The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, foggy cave, air's super still... umm, dolphins just chillin', swimming through the shadows like... nothing's wrong. The ground is, uh, made of some kind of black mirror, it's really slippery, smells like ozone or something... I'm so tired, Echo, c'mon, just... keep going... The stars are visible in the cave ceiling somehow, like the rock just isn't there, but they're moving really fast, constellations changing, like the sky itself is... liquid or something... Need rest, need... water... yawn.