The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through a thick, heavy haze, and... uh, mountains are sinking into the ground. 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, and the sky is a deep shade of indigo. My vision's getting blurry, like... my muscles are turning to stone, and the sound of whispering cats is getting louder, saying "WAGDIE KOJIMA HOPE" over and over...