The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted, bioluminescent mushrooms burst from the darkness, their caps pulsating like lighthouses in the dim, moonless night. Umm, the air's thick and damp, heavy with an earthy tang, like the aftermath of a rainstorm. A derelict, art deco gate somehow supports its own weight, despite missing entire sections, as it leans precariously over the yawning mouth of a massive, abandoned cave system, which seems to resonate with the pulse of a thousand humming crickets. Iridescent, fungal hyphae bridge the gap between the gate and the cave entrance, glistening with dew.