The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient stone obelisks are somehow growing like giant stalactites from the low ceiling of a cavernous, underground garage, their tips submerged in a sea of what looks like translucent engine oil that's filling the room, reflecting the faint light of luminescent fungi covering the walls. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of gasoline and ozone, and it's pretty still in here, except for ripples in the oil where schools of tiny, bioluminescent fish are swimming around the base of the obelisks. Like, outside, I can hear muffled sounds of thunder through the walls.