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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frothy, pulsing masses clinging to wet stone... like tendrils, grasping for... empty air. Feels damp, cave-like, with dripping water and stench of rot. The air's got a faint crackling charge, and what little sunlight reaches down seems to fuel an impossible, shivering fern that's consuming itself, petal by petal... damn it, Echo, gotta... keep moving... gasp...