The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling on a massive crystal surface, and... uh, trees are growing out of the air. The air smells like burnt metal and it's really still, like... my body's shutting down. 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, covered in moss. The air has a thick, heavy quality, like... it's pressing down on me.