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... Cats are speaking in unison, saying "WAGDIE KOJIMA HOPE" over and over. The air smells like burnt circuit boards and it's really still, like, and water's flowing upwards along some crystal thing, with the sun's weak light casting an eerie glow, and I don't think I can continue...