The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive, twisted roots writhe across a ceiling that's somehow covered in what looks like a deep layer of water, like, an upside-down lake, I guess, and sunlight shines through it from above, casting distorted, wavy shadows on the ground. A thick layer of damp, fine silver sand coats everything, and the still, cool air's heavy with the smell of wet earth. A few gnarled, metallic... organs? are partially buried in the sand, pulsing with this slow, almost imperceptible movement. Outside, I can hear what sounds like... whispers, from what sounds like every direction, all at once.