The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, overgrown conservatory sits in the center of a clearing, vines and moss covering the cracked glass panes. Uh, inside, a massive, crystalline structure resembling the Qliphoth from Jewish mysticism somehow perfectly mirrors the sprawling network of mycelium that's taken over the space, with fine threads connecting each segment of the crystalline form to the corresponding fungal node. It's... really humid in here, and I can smell the rich earthy scent of decaying plant matter, but somehow, despite the moisture, the air feels weirdly electric, like it's charging up or something.