The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are turning into a haze, like, and fish are swimming through the air. The air smells like burnt circuit boards and it's really still, uh, my body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone... Water's flowing upwards along some crystal thing. Cats are speaking in unison, saying "WAGDIE KOJIMA HOPE" over and over, as the sun's weak light casts an eerie glow, and trees are growing out of the sky.