The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bulbous, purple mushrooms sprout from a dense, iridescent mist that blankets the forest floor, like... a thick fog, but it's not fog, it's solid. Umm, they're emitting this soft hum that seems to be resonating with a bunch of abandoned, vintage microwaves scattered around, which are somehow cooking up a storm of quantum fluctuations. The air's charged with this weird, ozone-free electricity, and it's humid as hell. Above, a crescent moon is hovering just a few degrees above the horizon, at noon, which is somehow not a problem.