The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, crystalline stalactite hangs from the center of a hollow, rocky outcropping, its surface slick with a dripping, translucent mucus that seems to seep from the rock itself. Like, the air is thick with a sickly sweet stench that makes my stomach turn, and the humidity's so high it feels like a perpetual mist clings to everything. Shattered, rusted remains of what appears to be a fossilized, mechanical worm lie half-buried in the wet soil, its metal body eerily still as a school of blind, bloodless fish dart in and out of its gaping, tooth-lined maw.