The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are crumbling into dust, and the air smells like burnt wood, it's really still. The sun's low, casting a weak light, and... water's forming into solid cubes that just hang there, like. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... the ground is covered in a thick layer of crystals that are, uh, dissolving into nothing. My vision's blurring, and I don't think I can continue...