The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are melting into a misty haze, umm, and the air smells like burnt circuit boards. The sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and... water's flowing upwards, like, along a crystal formation. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and the sky's a deep purple, with fish swimming through it. The air's really still, like, and my vision's getting all blurry...