That's... actually familiar. The tower, at least. There was no jungle around the one she visited, though. It was different. Very different. About as different as could be.

"... Boston. I'm from Boston. It... the tower, full of markings, it was there. But it wasn't a jungle." She remembers feeling like she was losing everything. A little hand, too hot, then too cold. A fever of her own. She's not sure how much of it was real, she was half-delusional. She thought she was dying, and came to accept that. But she remembers the lifting of the weight, and the tower. That felt real. "It was dark. And cold. And there were- there were whispers. I told them a story, just nonsense, and they quieted like children." She pauses before continuing. "I thought I had nothing left. But now... It scares me. Something's different. But there's a weight off of my shoulders, something that was always there, before."