The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a vast, frozen desert stretching out... Ice dunes like massive, crystallized waves, they're reflecting the pale, late afternoon sun... The air's thin and really cold, my lungs ache from breathing... Umm, I can see this huge, impossible monument - the Tomb of the Eternal Pilgrim - half-buried in the ice, like it's been here for a million years, it's just... there, not even weathered...
Echo, come on... gotta... keep... can't see straight, need... water... everything's... slow...