The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, twisted, crimson tree roots burst from the ground, like giant, organic pipes, crisscrossing a vast, dark chamber deep beneath the earth's surface. The air is heavy with the scent of damp soil, and the pressure's so intense, it feels like my eardrums are gonna burst. Above, a sickly yellow mist oozes through the tangled network of roots, slowly illuminating ancient, bioluminescent symbols that seem to be growing right out of the stone walls. The earthy smell shifts, and I realize the walls are somehow breathing, slowly expanding and contracting, like a living, underground organ.