The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into the air. The air smells like burnt copper and it's really still, like... the sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... uh, trees are growing with their roots in the sky, their leaves absorbing liquid nitrogen from a pipeline. Water's flowing upwards from the ground, forming puddles in the air...