The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into a calm, metallic lake, and the air smells like burnt copper... my body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone, like, my heart's being forged into a dark star. The sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and trees are growing with their roots in the air, absorbing some kind of dark energy. Water's flowing upwards from the ground, forming puddles in the air, and fish with iridescent scales are swimming through it, their bodies made of a liquid metal alloy. My lungs are filling with a thick, heavy liquid, and I'm still breathing, somehow...