The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing, crystalline mushrooms sprout from the rough stone floor of a cave, their caps reflecting a soft, pastel-colored light. Umm, the air's thick with a heavy, earthy smell, like damp soil, and there's this faint hum of machinery, even though there's no visible source. Like, a steady drizzle of rain pours from the cave's ceiling, creating a series of tiny, perfectly clear ice crystals that cover everything in a fine layer. Water's somehow flowing upwards through the cave's entrance, which is somehow a Klein bottle, looping in on itself to empty into the sky outside.