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. Water's flowing upwards from a stagnant lake, and the air smells like burnt wood, it's really still. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... the ground is covered in a thick layer of silence, like. Rocks are dissolving into the air, silently, and the sun's low, casting a weak light.