The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into a pale haze, and the air smells like burnt wire, umm, with a stillness that's pretty oppressive. My body feels like it's shutting down, muscles turning to stone... The sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and water's forming into solid cubes that just sit there. A massive, impossible staircase made of pure silence is descending from the sky, and my vision's getting all blurry, like.