The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into a stagnant pool, 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 massive staircase made of pure silence is descending from the sky. My vision's getting all blurry, like, and the air is really heavy with water cubes just forming out of nowhere, somehow my body's being pulled into a server rack.