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... water's flowing upwards from a stagnant lake, and the sun's low, casting a weak light on a landscape. The air smells like burnt wood and it's really still. Mountains made of compacted, ancient plant matter are rotating, and the ground is made of a solid, unbroken sheet of water that's not moving, like... my body's merging with the lake.