The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, fungal growths burst through the walls of an abandoned, underground train station, like... some sort of twisted, organic infrastructure. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and ozone-free decay, and a faint hum echoes through the tunnels, harmonizing with the perpetual vibration of the crystalline gears I'd seen earlier. Shards of the Enochian Tablets somehow embed themselves into the fungal caps, pulsing softly as the growths release iridescent, crystalline spores into the still air. Outside, I hear the muffled sound of twin suns scraping against the surface of the moon.