The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted fungal hyphae are bursting out of a vast, arid salt flat, reflecting the pale orange light of a sun that's hovering at dawn. The air's got this heavy, metallic smell and it's like... super still, no wind at all, but there's a weird humming noise coming from the fungal growths, which are somehow drawing moisture out of the dry ground, creating little rivulets of water that are flowing upward into the sky. Uh, the fungal hyphae are forming impossible, non-Euclidean geometries as they interact with a series of cryptic, hieroglyphic symbols etched into the salt flat's surface.