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 everywhere... my body's shutting down, muscles turning to stone. The sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and the air has an electric charge. 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 heart's being forged into a cold, dark star, like, it's literally becoming a tiny sun.