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, water's flowing upwards from the ground. The sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and my heart's being forged into a cold, dark star. Trees are absorbing the pipeline's liquid nitrogen, forming ice crystals on their leaves, and... the air is really still.