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. 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... the mountains made of compacted, ancient plant matter are slowly rotating, and, uh, buildings are growing out of the ground like plants. My vision is blurring, and I don't think I can continue...