The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, pulsing mushrooms tower over a vast, abandoned parking lot like it's some kind of fungal metropolis, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and gasoline. A DC-9 airliner's been somehow transformed into a twisted, rusting trellis, supporting a heavy tangle of dark-green vines and glowing, iridescent blooms that seem to pulse in time with the mushrooms. The sky above is a sickly yellow haze, and it's freakishly silent except for the low, constant thrum of... I guess, machinery? A faded logo on the side of a nearby mushroom reads, "Tunguska-Cola - Taste the Blast."