The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are disintegrating into a vast, calm lake, and the air smells like burnt copper, umm, it's really still. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... fish with iridescent scales are swimming through the air. The sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and trees are growing with their roots in the sky, like... their leaves are absorbing some kind of dark energy. Water's flowing upwards from the ground, forming puddles in the air, and my heart's being forged into a cold, dark star...