The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive fungal growths are covering everything, like a tidal wave of organic matter... A strange, pungent smell hangs in the air, similar to myrrh, and the humidity's so high it's making my skin prickle. The walls, floor, and even what looks like a miniature, crystal-encrusted stupa are all being slowly consumed by the relentless fungal tide, yet somehow the delicate, crystalline spire at the stupa's peak remains completely untouched. The air seems to be charged with static electricity, and outside, a blazing sun is sitting at the very bottom of the sky, like it's stuck.