The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Burned earth smell, still air... trees are growing upside down from the sky, and water's pouring up from the earth. My head's spinning, shit, and I see a mountain range sinking into the ground. The sun's just sitting there, not moving, and... uh, the air is really dry, like. Cats made of stone are forming on a lake of solid fire, and the sky's a deep red...