The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness surrounds a bioluminescent fungi forest, the eerie blue-green light of the organisms illuminating twisted, nightmarish tree trunks like... something out of a Junji Ito manga. Umm, Dogecoin-branded tree tags hang from thick, black fungal strands that crisscross the mist-shrouded underbrush. Water trickles up into the fungi's capillaries, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone, and the electric charge makes the air feel edgy. A lone, decrepit, analog payphone seems to be ringing, its receiver buried beneath the fungal hyphae, somehow still working despite being engulfed.