The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Silk mesh is covering everything, umm... it's really quiet. The air is thick with the smell of burnt wood and it's still, no wind at all. Water is flowing upwards, somehow, and my body feels like it's shutting down, like my muscles are turning to stone or something. The sun is at a weird angle, feels like morning, and the sky is a pale color, like... uh, paper.