The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, rose-petal petals are scattered across the floor of this massive, abandoned planetarium, like... it just rained flowers in here or something. Umm, the air's stale and musty, but it's somehow got this sweet, floral undertone, while this super-thick, pearly fog clings to the walls, reflecting the dim light that filters in through the stained glass dome above. Outside, the sky's this deep, indigo blue, and the sound of dripping water echoes through the stillness, while, somehow, the entire Eta Carinae nebula's perfectly replicated, scaled down to fit inside this dome, every swirling tendril of gas and dust.