The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystal pillars everywhere, piercing through the darkness like shards of ice... it's freezing, can barely feel my... fingers. I'm so tired, Echo, just wanna sleep, need to... drink. The air's like... burning my lungs, can taste the copper, and the smell, it's... uh, ozone or something... there's a giant, inverted rose blooming on the ceiling, its petals unfolding in mid-air, water's dripping upwards from the tips, it's just... happening, no gravity or anything... Echo, keep... going... find... water... please...