The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, pulsating tendrils of iridescent mycelium writhe across the cracked, obsidian floor of a hollowed-out asteroid, like, infused with a soft, ethereal light that seems to be seeping from the fungal growths themselves. Umm, the air is vacuum-still, and the only sound is this low, throbbing hum that's vibrating through my entire body. A perfect, crystal-encrusted replica of the Merkaba star tetrahedron – this ancient, sacred geometry symbol – is slowly rising from the center of the asteroid, defying gravity, and the space around it is rippling with an otherworldly, shimmering distortion.