The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, pockmarked mushrooms tower above, some of them cracked open and spewing a thick, sticky liquid that's like, pooling on the ground. Uh, a swarm of iridescent butterflies is flitting between the 'shrooms, their wings leaving trails of glittering dust that settles slowly on everything. Air's heavy with a sweet, earthy scent, and it's almost silent – no wind, no animal noises, just a deep, eerie stillness. A small, perfect replica of the Eiffel Tower made of coral and seashells is somehow embedded in the cap of the largest mushroom, like it grew that way naturally.