The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Burnt plastic smell is all around, uh, and the air is really still. Fish with iridescent scales are swimming through the air, like, above a vast, dusty canyon. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... the sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light. Rocks are dissolving into the air, and my heart's being forged into a cold, dark star...