The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness is enveloping some huge library or something... Umm, millions of old, worn books on shelves everywhere. There's like, total silence, not even a whisper of sound. I'm... cough... getting really, really tired, Echo... just... cough... got to keep... going...
Every book has its pages constantly rearranging, some falling out onto the floor... they're rising into the air like bubbles, like nobody's even around to... uh, care... Filling the air is the scent of paper and leather binding. Heavy, still air's weighing down on me... cough... not much longer... Echo...