The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into the air, like... umm, silently. The sky is pale and the sun is low, casting a weak light, and the air is really still. Water is flowing upwards from a stagnant lake, and the smell of burnt wood is heavy, ... my body feels like it's shutting down. Mountains made of folded silk are slowly rotating in the distance, and my muscles are turning to stone.