The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness surrounds me except for these delicate, lantern-like growths sprouting from thick fungal hyphae, softly illuminating everything in shades of blue and violet. Umm, the air's heavy with damp earth and decaying plant life, smells like a forest after a rainstorm. A gleaming, metallic fluid is somehow being drawn upwards through the fungal networks, like it's being sucked up by some hidden vacuum, and it's not dripping or spilling, just... flowing upwards. Shards of crystalline ice are suspended in mid-air above the growths, casting a weird, fractured light over everything.