The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are disintegrating into a haze of dust, and water's pooling on a surface that's somehow both smooth and porous. The air smells like burnt circuit boards, and it's really still, like. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... a mountain range is unfolding from the ground, its peaks dissolving into a pale sky. Water's flowing upwards, umm, along a series of crystal formations that are growing out of the dust.