The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, worn steps... stretching up to this massive... stone archway thing in the middle of a salt flat. The air's really still, no wind, but it smells like rain somehow... The sun's directly overhead, beating down. Water's just... seeping up through the ground like the whole place is one giant sponge, and there's this flock of birds made entirely of iridescent salt, flying overhead... umm... Echo, gotta keep... moving, just a bit longer...