The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, crystalline formations are bursting out of the ground in this abandoned salt mine, like, reflecting the faint, pulsing light of luminescent fungi clinging to the rough stone walls. Uh, the air's really still and musty-smelling, but there's this underlying scent of roses, somehow. A slow-moving, iridescent pool of liquid mercury is flowing uphill, feeding into an old, rickety wooden bucket, which seems to be pulling the surrounding air into a miniature whirlpool, despite the air being super heavy and still.