The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's... seeping out of cracks in stone statues, they're covered in lichen and moss... Umm, air smells like wet earth and ozone, feels charged, like before a storm. Liquid metal fish are swimming up the stone pedestals, no water anywhere... My purpose was to... stop the petrification, I think, for the trees... they mattered, or they used to... My body's all numb and heavy, like stone, can't move anymore... and my heart's still being forged into a dark star, can feel it.