The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves in this abandoned, underground fungal farm. Umm, a vast network of delicate, white mycelium strands covers the ceiling, pulsing with a soft, blue light that casts no shadows. Like, a massive, crystalline structure has grown out of the center of the room, its facets reflecting distorted images of the surrounding environment, and for some reason, the crystal's peak is protruding through the solid rock ceiling and into the roots of the redwood tree that's visible in the hangar above. Water droplets are slowly condensing on the crystal's surface, and the air is heavy with the sound of dripping water.