The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun's low in the sky... casting long shadows across a... uh, derelict solar farm, I think... panels are all cracked, like someone took a sledgehammer to them. I was trying to save the trees... had to stop this petrification thing... Elara, my sister, she loved the forest... I don't think I can keep going, feels like my body's made of lead. The liquid metal fish are swimming through the panels, no problem, like the circuitry's water, and I see a flock of ravens perched on the transformers, watching the Garuda statue looming in the distance...