The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sky's... made of... seashells, and it's a pale, milky color... really faint scent of vanilla's hanging around... I can barely breathe, like the air's just being... pulled out of my lungs. Sun's really high, but I'm not feeling any heat... or like, cold... just nothing... (coughs) it's hard to focus... my vision's really fading... gasp.