The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping slowly from the edges of what looks like a massive, crystal-encrusted tennis court, somehow nestled in the belly of a colossal, hollowed-out asteroid. The air's super dry and still, smelling like old rubber and dust, with a faint hum like the echo of a fly buzzing around my ears. The asteroid's surface is visible above, a rough, pockmarked ceiling a ways up, as a lone, yellow tennis ball just sits... stuck to the crystal, mid-bounce. The only light is a weak, pale glow filtering in through the asteroid's cratered surface.