The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into a haze, umm, and fish are swimming through the air. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone... The air smells like burnt circuit boards and it's really still, like. Cats are speaking in unison, saying "WAGDIE KOJIMA HOPE" over and over, as water flows upwards along some crystal thing, and the sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and I don't think I can continue...