The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense swarm of butterflies flit around this abandoned, ornate movie theater nestled deep within a lush, hollowed-out mountain on Venus. The air's heavy with the smell of popcorn and damp earth, the stillness broken by the faint hum of the planet's electric field outside. Uh, what looks like a massive crystal chandelier is just... embedded in the rocky ceiling above, its facets reflecting the flicker of an unseen film projector, as sunlight seeps in through a gaping, moss-covered entrance where the screen should be. Outside, a steady mist of sulfuric acid rain drums against the mountain's skin.