The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's really still, like, and it smells kinda burnt. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... uh, water's flowing upwards from the ground, forming a lake in the sky. The sun's low, casting a weak light, and my heart's being forged into a cold, dark star. Fish with iridescent scales are, like, swimming through the air, and I don't think I can continue...