The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are melting into a crystalline formation, like, right in front of me, and water's flowing upwards from it into a cloud that's just stuck in the air. The air's really still and smells like damp earth, umm, with a hint of frost. Time's moving in reverse, so trees are un-growing and returning to the ground as seeds, and the sun's stuck in a perpetual state of dawn. Water's flowing upwards, forming a cloud, and the ground's covered in a fine, powdery dust that's, uh, made of forgotten memories.