The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a sprawling, iridescent mycelium network covers everything in sight, spreading across a massive, abandoned astronomical observatory in the middle of a dense, misty forest. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone, and the stillness is oppressive. A bunch of huge, antique telescopes are somehow merging into a single, twisted structure that's pointed directly at a bright, pulsing star... which is somehow situated below the horizon. The sound of whispers is coming from the mycelium, like, in a language that sounds eerily similar to ancient Sumerian.