The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's really dry and tastes kinda metallic... Umm, crystal dolphins made of fog or something are, like, swimming through these massive stone pedestals... Each one's got this, uh, weird symbol etched into it - the mark of Pnakotic Brotherhood or something... Sun's really low in the sky, like, behind this endless desert landscape of nothing but tiny, intricately carved stone pillars.
(Echo, gotta... keep going... need... water... can't think straight... )