The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, disembodied tongues made of rusting copper pipes are somehow licking the surface of a giant, fungal growth in a dense, humid jungle. It's daytime, but the canopy above is so thick that it's almost pitch black in here, except for an eerie, pulsing green glow that seems to be emanating from the fungi itself. Like, the air is thick with the smell of decay, and you can hear the sound of cryptocurrency prices being read out by a synthesized voice coming from... somewhere, I guess. The tongues seem to be... cooling the fungi, somehow.