The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through this vast, undulating latticework of iridescent mycelium that stretches up to the sky like a crystalline forest... it's got a weird, pulsating sheen to it. The air's filled with the scent of wet earth and ozone, and I can feel the air pressure dropping, making my ears pop. Like, schools of ghostly, bioluminescent dragonflies are flitting through the mycelium's interstices, leaving trails of glittering silver sparks in their wake. A delicate, filigreed archway made of what looks like pure starlight is unfolding from the heart of the mycelium.