The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fungal blooms resembling clouds blanket the curves of a massive, petrified nautilus shell, casting deep, velvety shadows in the dim light. The still, humid air clings to my skin like wet fabric, heavy with ozone and the scent of overripe fruit. A constant, muffled roar vibrates the shell, as if an unseen waterfall is crashing into its core. A crescent moon glows from inside the shell, somehow.