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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, purple-black fungal tendrils are bursting out of a splintered, ancient satellite dish, which somehow seems to be buried in a perfectly circular patch of dry, cracked earth. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of ozone and decay, and I can hear this steady, low humming noise coming from the fungus, which appears to be rewriting the nearby soil into intricate, swirling patterns that spell out "HEKHALOT ZOHAR" in tiny, raised letters. The sky above is a deep, burning red, like it's perpetually stuck at sunset, and the air is charged with an electric hum that's making my skin tingle.