The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Silk threads are unwinding from the sky, covering a massive, stagnant lake. The air is thick with the smell of burnt wood and it's really quiet, like... stillness. Rocks are melting into the air, somehow, and the sky is a pale color, umm... water is flowing upwards from the surface. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone...