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, my body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone... water is flowing upwards from a stagnant lake. The air smells like burnt wood and it's really still, like there's no wind at all, and the sun is low, casting a weak light. Mountains made of old, crushed fabric are slowly unraveling, and my vision is blurring, like... the ground is made of a solid, unbroken sheet of water that's not moving.