The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark... uh, liquid, like oil, but it's not reflecting anything, just a flat black, stretches out as far as I can see... Sun's not really... shining, it's just kinda... there, low in the sky, no warmth, no light, just this dull presence... Echo, gotta... coughs weakly... Air's really heavy, feels like I'm drowning, smells like... ozone, but not really, just this sharp, electric scent that's making my head hurt... The ground's made of... screens, like old phones, just a sea of broken screens that seem to be... shifting, rearranging themselves... fading off.