The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, pipes made of what looks like some sort of twisted, organic material... they're just... sprouting from the ground like plants or something, and, uh, pulsing with this... fluid that's like... half oil, half water... The air's heavy and damp, smells like... overgrown garden, and, uh, my ears are popping from the pressure... The sky's this weird, milky color, like someone poured paint into the clouds... yawn... Echo, gotta keep... just... weak cough...