The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun's shining upwards from the ground, like, and the sky is unraveling into threads that weave into a tapestry. I'm regaining pace, moving really fast now, and the ground's blurring beneath me as I speed through a vast, arid canyon. The air's thick with a sweet smell, uh, and lungs are growing out of giant crystalline formations, exhaling a low humming noise... the stars are falling into pools of water on the crystal surface, and my fatigue's lifting in a weird way. The sky's simultaneously above and below me.