The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant stalactites are covered in bioluminescent mushrooms, lighting up this damp cave like a psychedelic nightclub, while uh, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and fungi. Water from an invisible source is slowly filling a massive, ancient Mesoamerican calendar in the center of the room, like... somehow powering it up, and this low hum is building in intensity. Outside, the sky's pitch black despite what feels like mid-morning, and an impossible, perfectly spherical storm is brewing on the horizon.