The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, crimson-colored stalactites dangle from the ceiling of an underground cavern like impossible icicles. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth, and the sound of dripping water echoes through the cavern, punctuated by a low-pitched rumble, like thunder from an underground storm. A faintly luminescent fungus coats the walls, casting an eerie, flickerless glow over everything, illuminating twisted, black tree roots that seem to be trying to push their way through the solid rock. Like, somehow the roots seem to be made of some dark, slow-moving liquid that doesn't actually touch the rock.