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