The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upwards from the ground, forming puddles in the air, and... fish with iridescent scales are swimming through it, like, their bodies are made of a liquid metal alloy. The air smells like burnt copper and it's really still, umm, the sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light. My body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, and... the sky is a giant, breathing entity, its skin rippling with dark energy. My heart's being forged into a cold, dark star...