The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight pours through the stained glass roof of a hollowed-out asteroid, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the dusty, gemstone-studded walls. Like, the air's crisp and clean with a hint of... starlight, I guess, as a river of liquid silver flows through the center, somehow holding aloft a massive, crystalline formation that seems to be reflecting a distorted image of the Metatron's Cube. Umm, the still air's thick with an electric charge, and I can hear the faint humming of what sounds like thousands of iridescent, bioluminescent fungi growing on the asteroid's interior. The smell of ozone-free lightning hangs heavy.