The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, crystalline lattice is covering the interior of a massive, naturally occurring geode, reflecting the pale, morning light seeping in through the small entrance like a million tiny mirrors. The air's still and dry, with a heavy scent of minerals, as a low, pulsing hum is emanating from the lattice... somehow synchronizing the growth of the crystals with the position of the constellations outside. Water's slowly trickling down the walls, and it's somehow flowing upwards into the center of the geode, forming a perfect, unbroken sphere of liquid that's just... floating there.