The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, ancient baobab tree somehow stands upright in the center of a hollow, rotating asteroid, its trunk gnarled with thick, thorny vines and crystalline deposits. Umm, the air's stale and thin, but there's a constant, low-frequency hum resonating from the asteroid's metallic core, like it's tuning into some sort of harmonic frequency. The surface gravity is practically nonexistent, causing loose rocks and debris to hover lazily around the tree's massive roots, and the sunlight from a distant star shines in through a gaping hole in the asteroid's crust, casting an ethereal glow.