The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low, pulsating hum seems to be resonating from a sprawling network of what looks like luminescent, iridescent mycelium that's spreading across the cracked, dark stone floor of a damp, abandoned cathedral. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and something vaguely metallic. Above, stained glass windows filter the sunlight, casting an eerie, shifting pattern of colors across the walls as the fungal growths... casually rearrange their structure to mirror the fractal patterns in the glass. Twin suns are visible through a shattered section of the ceiling, hanging low in the sky.