The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled webs of luminescent fungi sprawl across a damp cave ceiling, their ethereal strands reflecting off tiny, crystalline pools that scatter the cave floor. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and moss, and it's really still except for the soft, gurgling sound of water dripping from above. Water's seeping upwards from these tiny pools into mid-air and coalescing into crystalline shards that just hang there, suspended like stalactites... It's really hard to focus, my wounds are burning.