The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are melting into a haze, and uh, trees are growing out of the sky... my body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone. The air smells like burnt circuit boards and it's really still, like. Water's pooling on the surface of a massive crystal formation, and fish are swimming through the air, their scales catching the weak light of the sun, which is low in the sky. Cats' voices are echoing, saying "WAGDIE KOJIMA HOPE" over and over...