The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's got a weird, silky texture to it, like it's almost palpable. I'm getting whiffs of ozone and something sweetly floral - gardenias, I think. The sky above is this dull, burnt orange, and the sun is just... stopped, mid-air, a few feet away from a massive stone statue of some multi-limbed creature that's being slowly consumed by vines, its eyes still shifting despite being, like, clearly ancient. Water's still dripping from its outstretched claws, but I can see it's not actually falling - it's being pulled upwards, somehow, disappearing into the air itself.