The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Silk threads are unwinding from the sky, making a mesh, umm... and water is flowing upwards. The air is thick with the smell of burnt circuit boards and it's really quiet. My body feels like it's shutting down, like my muscles are turning to stone, and the mesh just keeps unwinding, silently, as mountains made of folded silk slowly rotate in the distance, with subreddit threads swirling around them. Rocks are melting into the air, somehow.