The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dirt mountains are slowly rotating, and the air smells like burnt wood, it's really still. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... water's just sitting there in solid cubes. The sun's low, casting a weak light, and rocks are crumbling into dust, like. Buildings outside are growing out of the ground, umm, and the sky's a pale color...