The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, some sort of ancient, sprawling... bridge, I think, stretches across this... massive chasm. The air's got this thick, metallic smell, and it's freezing, like... numbing cold. There's this constant, loud rumble, and the sun's just... stuck at the horizon, not rising or setting, and the shadows are... all wrong, like they're not connected to anything. The bridge's made of this... black glass stuff that's somehow... healing, got these pulsing veins in it... cough Echo, keep going, uh...