The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air is really still and smells like burnt plastic... umm, a massive, crystalline cathedral is sinking into a sea of liquid methane. Fish with iridescent scales are swimming through the air, surrounded by a haze of crypto-energetic residue. The sun is low in the sky, casting a weak light, and my body's shutting down, like... my muscles are turning to stone, and I see the planet Jupiter merged with a giant, corroded pipeline. My vision is getting all blurry, and I don't think I can continue.