The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient computer hardware is somehow grown into a decaying, fungal forest, umm, like they've become part of the trees or something. The air's thick with the smell of rot and damp earth, and the humidity's off the charts, making the whole scene feel claustrophobic and heavy. It's daytime, but the canopy above is so thick it blocks out most of the sunlight, casting the area in an eerie, greenish gloom. Blood-colored sap drips from the trees' gashes, pooling around the rusting CPU blocks and forming weird, quivering jelly-like structures that pulse with a faint, malevolent energy.