The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are melting into the air, silently, and the sky is pale. Umm, my body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, as water flows upwards from a stagnant lake. The air smells like burnt wood and it's really still, like there's no wind at all, and mountains made of compacted, ancient plant matter are rotating. The ground is made of a solid, unbroken sheet of water that's not moving, and trees are absorbing the lake's upwards-flowing water, silently.