The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Burned earth smell, still air... cats made of stone are forming on a lake of solid fire, and water's pouring up from the earth. My head is spinning, shit, the sky's a deep red... trees are growing out of the lake, their trunks crumbling into the air. The sun's stuck above them, and, uh, the ground is dissolving into a vast, inverted pyramid. Water's flowing upwards into the sky, and... my vision's fading fast.