The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, twisted vines are slowly wrapping around what looks like a derelict, old-growth forest research station... Uh, like the air's thick with this heavy, damp mist that's obscuring everything past 50 feet or so, making it feel claustrophobic as hell, even out here in the open. The scent of wet earth and decaying plant matter's overwhelming, with these weird, pulsing mushrooms growing right out of the ground itself - they're reflecting an image that's a solid 5 seconds behind reality.