The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's this... massive, perfectly spherical fungal growth that's like, easily several stories tall, just chillin' in the middle of a dry, salt-crusted lakebed. The air's still and dry, with a smell that's kinda like ozone but sweeter, like, a hint of citrus maybe. As I look up at the fungal ball, I can see it's got what appears to be the exact Fibonacci sequence mapped out on its surface, like, in intricate, swirling patterns – the numbers are shifting, rewriting themselves as I watch. The sky above is this sick, poisonous green color, with no visible sun.