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... fish are swimming through the air. The sky's a deep purple, and water's flowing upwards along a crystal formation. My vision's getting all blurry, and I don't think I can continue...