The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into the air, like, 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 fish with iridescent scales are swimming through the air. My heart's being forged into a cold, dark star...