The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into the air, silently. The air is still, and it smells like burnt wood, umm... my body feels like it's shutting down. Water is flowing upwards from a stagnant lake, and the sky is pale, like... the sun is low, casting a weak light. Mountains made of what looks like old, crushed fabric are slowly unraveling, and my muscles are turning to stone, and I don't think I can continue...