The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shadows dance on rippling black silk... like, the fabric's billowing up from this enormous, ornate bed frame. It's daytime, but no direct sunlight reaches here, only dim, scattered rays... umm. Echo, c'mon, gotta keep going, really need... water... and rest... yawn. I think a full moon just materialized near the headboard, the crows on it are calmly watching me as the dolphins lazily curl up beside them... blinks...