The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, turquoise water cascades down the interior of a hollow, crystalline asteroid, its faceted walls refracting sunlight into a kaleidoscope of colors. Air's crisp and still, with a faint scent of seaweed, and a weird, pulsating hum builds up from within the asteroid's core. A chunk of a World War I-era tank somehow juts out from the crystal, its rusting metal covered in bioluminescent anemones, as a swarm of iridescent, winged creatures flit about the tank's turret. The asteroid's somehow maintaining a stable atmosphere, despite being in the vacuum of space.