The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into the air, and the sky's pale, like... water's existing in a solid state, just hanging there. I'm, uh, feeling my body shut down, muscles turning to stone, and the air smells like burnt wood, it's really still. The sun's low, casting a weak light, and mountains made of compacted plant matter are slowly rotating, and, umm, the ground is made of a solid, unbroken sheet of crystal that's, like, singing. My vision's blurring, and I don't think I can continue...