The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late morning sunlight's streaming through a stained-glass dome that's covering a massive, underground fungal network, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the caps of these towering, crystalline mushrooms. Umm, air's thick with a sweet, earthy smell, and the humidity's ridiculously high, like it's almost raining in here. Water's somehow flowing upwards through the fungal hyphae, forming a series of iridescent, liquid 'pillars' that seem to be supporting the dome itself, which is covered in cryptic symbols that seem to reference some kind of obscure, Discordian ritual. The air's totally still.