The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's, uh, really dark... an abandoned parking garage or something... Air's thick with this greasy smell, like someone spilled gas everywhere... Sun's, like, somewhere outside, but it's not really visible through all the grime on the windows... Umm, there's these, like, little plants growing out of the cracked concrete, but they're not really plants... they're more like tiny, glowing mushrooms, and they're just kinda... stuck to the pillars, somehow... Echo, stay awake... need... water...
(The words become slurred and harder to understand, voice weakens.)