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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled fungal hyphae erupt from a shattered, obsidian obelisk like a burst of dark, frozen lightning, shattering the otherwise perfect stillness in this abandoned fungal cathedral. Umm, air thick with the scent of damp earth and something acrid - like ozone, but not quite - clings to my skin like a wet shroud, while the soft, diffuse light filtering through the vaulted ceiling seems to be shifting, ever so slightly, as if the very sky above is being rearranged. Water drips steadily from the obelisk's apex into a vast, empty font below, which somehow appears to be reflecting the wrong stars for this world's sky.