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, and water's flowing upwards from the ground. The sun's low in the sky, casting a weak light, and... trees are growing with their roots in the air. My heart's being forged into a cold, dark star, and the air has an electric charge, like, fish are swimming through the air, their bodies made of metal.