The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, waterfalls of... oil, I think, are cascading down... the sides of this giant, crystalline geode. My vision's getting all... blurry, Echo, keep... moving, find water... need to... uh, can't think straight... The air's got this weird, electric charge, makes my skin prickle... Sun's directly overhead, beating down on me, but it's cold, like it's... winter or something. I just wanna sleep... Uh, the geode's got this massive, twisted... hourglass in the center, and it's somehow... turning itself.