The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into the air, and the smell of burnt copper is all around. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... uh, water's flowing upwards from the ground. The sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and the air's really still, like... trees are growing with their roots in the sky. My heart's being forged into a cold, dark star, and... I don't think I can continue.