The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Silk threads are unwinding from the sky, like... uh, they're making a mesh. The air is thick with the smell of burnt circuit boards and the sun is at a weird angle, feels like morning. Water is flowing upwards, somehow, and it's really quiet, no sound at all. My body feels like it's shutting down, umm... can't move my legs, and the mesh just keeps unwinding, silently.