The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into a haze, and the air smells like burnt circuit boards, umm, really still. Water's flowing upwards along a crystal formation, and my body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone. 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 body's being absorbed into a massive, crystalline structure that's growing out of the dust, and the sky is a deep purple, like, with fish swimming through it.