The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into a calm lake, and the air smells like burnt copper, umm... The sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and trees are growing with their roots in the sky. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and fish with iridescent scales are swimming through the air, their bodies made of a liquid metal alloy. The air has an electric charge, and water's flowing upwards from the ground, forming puddles in the air, like... my heart's being forged into a cold, dark star.