The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's trickling out of a cluster of mushrooms, like, in a small, abandoned research greenhouse. The air's thick with moisture, and the scent of damp soil and mycelium is overpowering. The sky above is a pale gray, and I can hear the sound of rain pounding on the glass roof, but the sun's also somehow shining through, illuminating the weird, pulsing growth patterns on the walls - they're mimicking the patterns on a seashell, but in, like, super-vibrant colors. A delicate glass terrarium on a nearby workbench has a small whirlpool sucking dust into it.