The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into the air, silently, and the sky is pale. Umm, water is flowing upwards from a stagnant lake, and the air smells like burnt wood. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, as a massive, slowly rotating mountain made of old Reddit threads casts a weak light. The sun is at a weird angle, and trees made of compacted Twitter archives are somehow absorbing the lake's upwards-flowing water.