The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's coming down in sheets, pounding against the intricate latticework of a vast, hollow geode, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something sweetly metallic. Uh, tiny, iridescent shells are scattered everywhere, slowly unfolding like... lotus flowers or something, each one revealing a tiny, pulsing star at its center. The air's got an electric charge, making the hairs on my arms stand on end, and it's eerily quiet except for the sound of what sounds like Tibetan throat chanting, somehow resonating off the geode's walls. A constellation map of the stars of Carina's visible etched into the geode's crystal, in shifting silver script.