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 fish are swimming through the air, like. The air's really still, and my vision's getting all blurry, and I don't think I can continue...