The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades silently down a series of weathered, rose-quartz pillars in this abandoned, subterranean amphitheater, as tendrils of luminescent fungi writhe across the stones like they're alive. The air's heavy with an intense scent of damp earth, and tiny tremors are making the ground hum... it's pretty intense. A miniature black hole hangs near the center of the room, somehow stabilizing a churning, crystal-clear vortex that's sucking water upwards from the ground. The sunlight seeping through tiny cracks in the ceiling is casting an otherworldly glow on the walls.