The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mountains made of compacted plant matter are rotating slowly, uh, and the sky's pale. The air smells like burnt wood and it's really still, like... water's existing in a solid state, just hanging there. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... the sun's low, casting a weak light, and mountains are sinking into the ground, somehow. My vision's blurring, like...