The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's a pale color, and the air smells like burnt wood, it's really still. Water's existing in a solid state, just hanging there, like... uh, and the sun's low, casting a weak light. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... the ground's covered in a thick layer of crystals that are dissolving into nothing. Mountains made of compacted plant matter are slowly rotating, and my vision's blurring.