The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Lotus-like mushrooms are sprouting out of the cracks of a massive, ancient parking garage, their caps shifting between colors that seem to match the 231 Gates from the Qabalistic book of "Sepher Yetzirah". The air's thick with a damp, musty smell, and a low hum of energy emanates from the mushrooms, somehow synchronizing the sound of distant traffic into a weird, chant-like pattern. It's kinda overcast, like mid-morning, and the sky's a pale gray above the crumbling garage roof. Water is somehow flowing upwards from the drains into the air, freezing into tiny icicles that hang like stalactites.