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