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's 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 mountains made of compacted, ancient plant matter are rotating. My vision is blurring, and I'm seeing a massive, crystal formation that's... like, singing, I guess.