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. Fish are swimming through the air, like, and the sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light. The staircase made of pure silence is descending from the sky, and my body's being absorbed into a massive, crystalline structure that's growing out of the dust.