The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are melting into a stagnant pool, and the air smells like burnt wood. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, umm, and the sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light. Water's flowing upwards along a crystal formation, and a massive, impossible staircase made of pure silence is descending from the sky. The air is really still, like, and I don't think I can keep going...