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