The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered glass rainbows are hanging in mid-air, no, not rainbows... umm, they're like... sheets of colored light or something... The air's heavy with the smell of wet clay, and it's really humid... like a thunderstorm just passed. Echo, keep... moving, gotta find water, can't think straight, everything hurts, just wanna sleep... the ground beneath me is solidifying into a thick, metallic sludge, just like... liquid aluminum or something. The sky above, it's filled with what looks like static TV noise... clouds, just clouds made of noise...