The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, towering fungal growths are piercing the air in a humid, subterranean cavern, illuminated by soft, blue-green bioluminescence. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and something sweet, like ripe fruit. A live Twitch stream of a Dark Souls speedrun is somehow projected onto the undulating fungal caps, complete with frantic chat log and pulsing donation notifications. Water's inexplicably flowing upwards, pooling on the underside of the cavern's rough stone ceiling.