The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystal-encrusted mushrooms are sprouting from the ground in every direction, their caps reflecting the pale, pulsating light of some unseen celestial event. Uh, schools of iridescent insects are wheeling around the mushrooms in a hypnotic pattern, their wings shimmering in sync with a low, pulsating hum that's making the air vibrate. The air's super still, with a weird, almost-electric charge that's making my skin prickle, and the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves is hanging heavy over everything. The mushrooms are somehow drawing the surrounding rocks and soil into themselves like they're magnetized.