The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are dissolving into a lake, and the air smells like burnt copper... my muscles are turning to stone, umm, 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 dark star, and the air has an electric charge, like, fish are made of metal. My body's shutting down...