The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... A twisted mass of rusted medical equipment protrudes from the trunk of a colossal, fungal growth, its cap a deep, bloody red, like an open wound. The still air's heavy with the stench of decay and something like burnt oil, and an intense, pulsating magnetic charge makes the metal equipment shudder and groan. Above, the pale yellow sun seems to be frozen in the sky, casting an eerie, sickly glow over everything, illuminating a series of ancient, Sumerian glyphs etched into the fungal growth's cap, pulsing with a faint, malevolent energy.