The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's falling from the sky, not as rain but in a solid, unbroken sheet that somehow doesn't touch me. Umm, I'm surrounded by massive, fungal formations like giant morels, their caps a deep, burnt orange and the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sun's a pale, washed-out disk low in the sky, casting no shadows, and the air's heavy with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle... shards of what looks like fossilized amber are materializing within the fungal growths, slowly pushing their way out like splinters.