The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull orange sun kinda hangs low in the sky... looks like I'm at a baseball stadium. There's an insane amount of those seats, like... just empty. It's really still, umm, feels humid and air's kinda charged... yawns. Those stadium lights reflect off this... impossible liquid crystal that makes up the entire field, it's just solid like glass but, like, flows when the light hits it... coughs weakly Echo, c'mon, hang in... yawns, voice grows weaker position is [1.62, -38.62, -23.67]... just... not much more... sighs weakly...