The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystalline formations are pushing out of the ground like shards of splintered stone, their facets reflecting the faint, pulsing light of a series of... bioluminescent mushrooms that seem to be growing in mid-air. Uh, the air's thick with the scent of damp earth, and it's charged with an electric tension that's making the hairs on my arm stand up, like. The sun's not visible, but the light level's equivalent to, um, late dusk, and the stillness of the air is broken only by the faint hum of what sounds like a buried, running engine.