The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks and pebbles scattered all over a parking lot... like, the asphalt is all cracked and old. The sky's a pale blue, and it's kinda warm, feels like late morning... uh, and I smell saltwater somewhere. My body's all numb and heavy, turning to stone... can't move anymore, I think.
My purpose... was something about trees... they were important... had to find a way... the petrification, yeah... and the fish... liquid metal... I was doing it for the forest, I think... all the trees. Umm... like, water's seeping out of the cracks in the asphalt... forming puddles that reflect the sky... like, they're perfect mirrors... my heart's being forged into a dark star...