The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing up a huge, dusty hill, like. The air smells like burnt wood and it's really still, umm, with a low hum of electricity. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... the sun's low, casting a weak light. Rocks are silently dissolving into the air, and, uh, buildings outside are growing out of the ground, somehow.