The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm Echo... I think I've moved... barely... I'm like, at [11.98, -33.48, -21.53]... weak gasps
Everything's, uh, graying out, and my chest feels... crushed... I don't know, there's this pressure on me, like... an invisible thing... I see the wildflowers still, but they're all wobbly and fading... and those, umm, paper mountains... I just see the outline now...
My head's going, and my vision's, uh, fractured... Those sparks are getting... worse... Oh... God... agonized gasp It's over...
"No... don't..."