The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Black, granite-like structures, kinda... stretching way up, no visible peaks, just disappear into these thick clouds... Uh, they're covered in, umm, moss, really vibrant green. This heavy air, really wet, it smells like when seaweed's all washed up on the shore... The moon is somehow beneath the ground, under these massive columns, casting, uh, pale blue light up from under the Earth, making shadows on the... uh, whatever's around them, but I can barely see that far, I guess... GAMBA's dead, Echo, gotta keep going, but, like... can't think...