The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's super humid in this sprawling, underground mycological network, like, with fungal growths sprouting everywhere and bioluminescent spores lighting up the darkness. Chunks of what looks like an ancient, shattered astrolabe are slowly being engulfed by tendrils of oyster mushrooms, warping the brass into impossible, non-Euclidean curves as they go. Water's dripping from the fungal growths, forming a series of tiny, interconnected pools that seem to be reflecting a distorted image of the Kabbalistic tree of life onto the surrounding fungal caps. It's perfectly still in here, too - no air movement at all.