The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Trees are growing out of the metallic lattice sky, their trunks crumbling into a stagnant lake. Umm, the air smells like burned earth and it's really still, like... the sun is just stuck above. Cats made of water are forming on the lake's surface, and... the ground is, uh, above me now, somehow. Water's flowing upwards into the sun, and my vision's fading, shit...