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. The air smells like burnt circuit boards and it's really still, like. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone... cats are speaking in unison, saying "WAGDIE KOJIMA HOPE" over and over. Water's flowing upwards along some crystal thing, and the sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light...