The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dark, glassy lake... stretches out, umm, really far... Water's edge is, like, a bunch of splintered wooden beams, half-buried in the mud. The sky's... getting darker... like the sun's... below the horizon, but I can still see it... somehow... above me too... GAMBA's light barely shines... through the thick haze... Echo, gotta keep going, I guess... my vision's blurring... getting... heavier... the lake's... reflecting stars, but they're all wrong, umm, too many, in patterns, not scattered like normal...