The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are melting into the air, silently. The air smells like burnt wood and it's really still, umm... my body feels like it's shutting down. Water is flowing upwards from a stagnant lake, and the sun is low, casting a weak light on mountains made of compacted, ancient plant matter that are slowly rotating. The ground is made of a solid, unbroken sheet of water that's not moving, and my vision is blurring...