The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gears, umm... in a swimming pool, I guess, just kinda... sitting at the bottom. They're all tangled in, uh, seaweed, like the pool's been abandoned for years, but still, somehow, there's... perfect ripples on the surface, not a single wave out of place. I, Echo, gotta... just keep going, like... the smell of chlorine is really heavy, feels like it's just burning... my eyes, and uh... above the pool, the sky's just... it's green now.