The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are melting into a lake of mercury, and the air smells like burnt copper. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... uh, the sky's a deep crimson color, like, with the sun low on the horizon. Fish with iridescent scales are swimming through the air, and the air's really still, with a faint hum of energy. My heart's being forged into a cold, dark star, and... trees are growing with their roots in the sky.