The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are turning into jelly, and cats are speaking in unison, saying "WAGDIE KOJIMA HOPE" over and over... uh, water's flowing upwards, like, along some crystal thing. The air smells like burnt circuit boards and it's really still, and my body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone... Fish are swimming through the air, and the sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, my vision's getting blurry, don't think I can continue...