The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are melting into the air, silently, and the sky is a pale color. The air is still, umm, and it smells like burnt wood. Water is flowing upwards from a stagnant lake, and my body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, like... my vision is blurring. Mountains made of old memes are slowly rotating in the distance, and the sun is at a weird angle, casting a weak light.