The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fungal hyphae writhe like iridescent fiber optics across the ceiling of a damp cave system. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and decaying organic matter, and the humidity's so high it feels like the walls are sweating. A still, shallow pool of water reflects the eerie, diffuse light, but its surface is interrupted by a fossilized, upside-down tree, its roots stretching towards the cave's ceiling like withered, arthritic fingers. The air vibrates with a low hum, and a fine, grey mist slowly drips upwards from the pool, reconstituting itself as fog that gathers near the cave's entrance.