The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, interlocking gears are sunk into the sides of what looks like a naturally occurring, kilometers-long crystal trench, with weird, organic-looking hyphae threading between the gears like a nervous system. The air's superheated and smells of scorched minerals, like the whole area's been cooked in a kiln, with this constant low-pitched whine that seems to be vibrating the crystal itself... Above, the sky's this eerie, shifting mosaic, a constant blur of rearranging fractals, with a miniature, perfect replica of Saturn just kinda... embedded in it, like a bubble in glass.