The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fuck... A seemingly endless lake of liquid silver stretches out under the darkening sky, reflecting the faint light of a few scattered, massive crystals that are somehow embedded in the sky itself. Umm, the air's heavy with an overpowering smell of gasoline and burnt rubber, and it's so still that I can hear my own ragged breathing. A colossal, black basalt monolith in the distance is, like, slowly folding in on itself, reforming into a precise, mirrored replica of the surrounding landscape. Shit, everything's going dark, and I can barely...