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. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... water's flowing uphill without any visible source of pressure. The sun's low, casting a weak light, and mountains made of compacted plant matter are slowly rotating. My vision's blurring, and I don't think I can continue, like... the ground is just dissolving into a lake or something.