The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into the air, and the smell of burnt wood is pretty strong. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, umm, and the sun's low in the sky. Water's forming into solid cubes that just sit there, and a massive staircase made of nothing is descending from the sky, somehow. The air is really still, and I don't think I can keep going...