The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, empty silo, sunlight peeking in through gaps in the metal roof... feels like mid-morning. Umm, air's pretty dry, lots of old hay and grains smell... I think I'm... running out, can't keep going, feels like my body's just... shutting down, like I've been crushed. The liquid metal fish are swimming up the sides of old grain elevators, no problem, like the metal's not even solid... I was trying to save the trees, they mattered to me, had to stop this petrification thing, but I don't think I can...