The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Pink, ruffled curtains are blowing everywhere... uh, in this parlour room, and there's, like, dolphins lying on a couch, just staring at me. The air's really still and thick, like someone poured honey all over us, and it smells... umm, like roses, I guess. The sun's right above, shining straight down, and it's like... half past something, don't know... yawn... Echo, come on, need... water... want to... sleep... can barely talk...
That... couch... is made of... uh, coral... and there's seaweed growing on the dolphins, just, like, wrapped around them or something... yawn...