The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fungal hyphae writhe across a vast, crystal-encrusted vault like veins on a brain, pulsing with this weird, blue-green energy. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and something metallic, and the silence is oppressive - no echoes, no vibrations, just a dead stillness. A crescent moon shines through the crystalline vault above, casting this sickly pale light over the twisted, metallic tendrils snaking out of the ground, somehow patching into what looks like a series of ancient Sumerian astrology tablets etched into the crystal walls. Water trickles up the walls, defying gravity.