The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling on a huge crystal surface, and... uh, cats' voices are echoing, saying "WAGDIE KOJIMA HOPE" over and over. The air smells like burnt metal and it's really still, like... 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... the moon is somehow submerged in the crystal, its surface cracked and covered in moss. My vision's getting blurry...