The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted roots burst out of a crystal-encrusted cave entrance, like... it's been explosively excavated. The air's thick with the smell of gasoline and there's this weird, thrumming vibration making my teeth ache, and umm, the roots seem to be slowly absorbing the crystals, leaving behind a mesh of fine, silver threads that're reflecting the image of an Enochian sigil. Water's pooling in the cave, and it's somehow freezing into these perfectly symmetrical, tessellated patterns, but it's like... still liquid beneath the surface, and it's definitely not affecting the nearby fungus that's growing in a countdown timer shape.