The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, fossilized mushrooms cover the ceiling of some sort of... damp cave, casting eerie, jagged shadows on the walls as sickly yellow-green light seeps in from the entrance, illuminating the still, heavy air that's thick with the stench of decay and ozone-free rot. Umm, crystalline shards embedded in the cave's walls seem to be reflecting an otherworldly, pulsating light emanating from a mangled mass of iridescent insect wings suspended in mid-air. The cave's crystalline facets are somehow, slowly regenerating from damage inflicted by impossible, angular rock formations that seem to be... feeding on them. It's humid, like a storm's about to break outside.