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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled masses of fiber-optic cables spill out of a massive, hollowed-out stalagmite, umm, pulsing with a soft, blue-purple light. The air's thick and still, like a heavy fog's rolled in, and the smell of ozone and burned circuitry's really pungent. Outside, the sky's a sickly yellow, and the sun's... like, it's got a hole in it, just a void where a chunk of its disk should be. The sound of whispers, really quiet, seems to be seeping from the cables themselves, like they're sharing some deep, forbidden knowledge.