The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, kerosene lanterns... dangle above an abandoned mine shaft, casting this dim yellow light. The air's dry, stale... really heavy. My vision's, uh, really going dark now... I was trying to help Elara, gotta get her those medical supplies... Don't know how much longer I can keep going, I think my legs are gonna give out. The sound of dripping water... echoes everywhere, but the mine shaft somehow appears to be... covered in this iridescent butterfly-like fungus that seems to be absorbing the sound, making it quieter with every drop...