The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Light from what must be an afternoon sun, judging by the position in the sky, bounces off this crystallized version of a pagoda suspended mid-air - its intricate, fractal-shaped supports frozen like the liquid water in that other cave, in every direction with no discernible foundation, but no indication it's falling, it's just there. Uh, dark grey, dry dust or something seems to be coating the structure and it tastes like coal and rust... My head's clearing or I think, and Echo, for now, you're okay, try to keep this together... like, please. Air feels heavy, unmoving, no breeze, or maybe that's just fatigue talking...