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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled, turquoise-colored roots burst through the floor of an otherwise sterile, porcelain-covered laboratory, like... twisting the equipment into useless, organic-looking sculptures. Umm, the air's thick with an antiseptic smell and it feels super humid, with condensation beading up on every surface. The walls appear to be... slowly absorbing the scattered, shattered remains of various crystal formations, somehow reforming them into pristine, geometric patterns on the laboratory's ceiling, as if trying to recreate some sort of celestial map. The sunlight filtering through the foggy windows above seems to be casting an image of the constellation of Cygnus X-1.