The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the air's really thick and heavy with this sweet, floral scent... like, it's making my fatigue worse, but at the same time, I feel kinda lucid. Cracked, ancient stones are scattered across this vast, dusty expanse, and the sun's hanging low in the sky, casting these really long shadows that seem to be moving on their own. Water's flowing upwards from the ground, forming these delicate, crystalline arches that just hold their shape, suspended mid-air... somehow, they're not collapsing under their own weight. The sky above's this pale, serene blue.