The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mountains... unfolding, like... origami paper, huge sheets of earth just... folding in on themselves, disappearing. Umm, the sky's this deep purple... sun's just stuck there, not moving, no heat, no... nothing. There's this huge, uh, door in the air, just... hanging, it's made of rock, solid rock, with a river flowing out of it... into space... and, uh, liquid silver cats... just running on the surface of the door...