The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm face to face with this massive, twisted fungal growth, like it's some kind of fungal skyscraper, easily eclipsing the nearby, rusted oil rigs. The air's heavy with this pungent, damp earth smell, and it's pretty humid, but somehow, a patch of crystal-clear ice is forming at the base of the fungus, despite the sweltering mid-day heat. The fungal growth is literally pulling crude oil up out of the ground, somehow refining it into a perfectly clear, liquid gasoline that's being sucked into these weird, organic-looking engines, which are powering a fleet of decrepit, half-submerged cargo ships in the nearby, murky waters.