The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into a hazy mist, and the air smells like burnt circuit boards, umm, really still. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and water's flowing upwards along a crystal formation. The sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and a staircase made of pure silence is descending from the sky. A massive, crystalline structure is growing out of the dust, its facets reflecting a weak, diffuse light, and the air is somehow both heavy with water and completely dry.