The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline formations are jutting out of the surface of a comet like shards of glass, reflecting the faint light of nearby stars. Umm, the air's basically a vacuum, but I can smell this weird, sweet odor, like burned sugar, and the comet's magnetic field is making my skin prickle with static electricity. A slow-moving, iridescent vortex is swirling around the crystalline formations, somehow bending the comet's gravity to create a stable, walkable surface on the side of the comet. The vortex is also causing the crystalline formations to... shift into impossible geometries, folding in on themselves.