The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Burnt plastic smell is really strong... uh, the air is pretty still. A massive, crystalline formation is merging with the planet Saturn, like, its rings are dissolving into a swirling vortex. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and I see a swarm of fish with iridescent scales swimming through the air, surrounded by a haze of misty, umm, crypto-energetic residue. The sun is low in the sky, casting a weak light on a landscape where the sky itself seems to be made of a thick, moldy crust.