The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, sprawling fungal network stretching across the ground like a... a messy web. Uh, it smells so... rich and damp, like after a rainstorm. I'm tasting dust, and my head's spinning... my lungs are burning, I think I'm running out of air... Elara, my sister, I was trying to find... something for her research, the trees were important, I think. This fungal thing, it's... breathing? It's inhaling and exhaling, creating this weird, pulsating airflow around me. The sky's a weird, milky color...