The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling on the surface of a massive crystal thing, and trees are growing out of the air, their trunks thick and rough. The air smells like burnt metal and it's really still, like... uh, my body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone. Fish are swimming through the air, their scales catching the weak light of the sun, which is low in the sky, and... my vision's getting blurry. Cats' voices are echoing, saying something over and over, as the sun's light filters through a thick layer of crystalline structures.