The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Silk threads cover a stagnant lake, and water is flowing upwards from the surface. The air is thick with the smell of burnt wood, and it's really quiet, like... stillness. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and rocks are melting into the air, somehow. The sun is at a weird angle, feels like morning, and the sky is a pale color, with mountains made of folded silk slowly rotating in the distance, umm... and my lungs are filling with a sweet, heavy gas that's making my head spin.