The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations are jutting out of the rough, orange-brown stone walls of a sprawling, abandoned mine tunnel, reflecting the faint, blue-ish light filtering in from somewhere outside. The air's thick and still, with a heavy smell of damp earth and like, a weird tang of citrus. Water's dripping from the formations, creating a slow, rhythmic echo off the walls as the sound bounces around, while giant, iridescent mushrooms are somehow sprouting straight out of the stone itself, their caps slowly pulsing with a weird, inner light. The stone beneath my feet is somehow slightly spongy.