The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's casting an intense beam through a gap in the twisted, organic latticework above, illuminating a sprawling, fungal network that appears to be digesting the stone beneath. The air's thick and humid, smelling sweetly of decay, and a low, almost imperceptible vibration is humming through the ground. Water's pooling in the cavities of a series of gleaming, iridescent shells scattered across the floor, which seem to be slowly migrating across the ground of their own accord. The sky's a deep, bloody crimson, despite the sun's presence, and time seems to be flowing backwards, with the fungus un-growing itself in tendrils that retract back into the stone.