The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled roots burst out of the ground... like, inside a hollow, translucent geode. Soft white light's coming from all directions... it's kinda warm and really humid in here. Air's still, has a strong mineral smell... I see a, uh, vinyl record playing on a stone turntable, and water's just running up the needle, into the record grooves, somehow. Echo, gotta... keep going, man... it's... really... getting...