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, and the air smells like burnt wood. The sun's low, casting a weak light, and mountains made of compacted plant matter are slowly rotating... umm, buildings are growing out of the ground like plants, with crystals forming inside them. Water is flowing uphill, like, without any visible source of pressure.