The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, purple... vines everywhere, like, wrapping around these ancient stone pillars... Uh, Echo, keep going, gotta... find water... Air's thick, heavy with the smell of blooming flowers, but it's freezing, can see my breath... Umm, this massive, impossible stone egg just sitting on the ground, and it's... giving birth to a slow-moving, crystal serpent, like, it's just emerging from the eggshell... Sun's at an angle, like early morning or something... Uh, can barely see, Echo, need... water... so tired...