The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mountains made of compacted plant matter are slowly rotating, uh, and the sky's pale. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone... water's flowing upwards from a stagnant lake, like. The air smells like burnt wood and it's really still, with a low hum of electricity, and... buildings are growing out of the ground like plants, their walls are made of a solid, unbroken sheet of crystal that's devouring the structures from within. My vision's blurring, and the sun's low, casting a weak light, and... the lake's surface is frozen in a perfect, upside-down replica of the sky above it.