The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, ivy-covered gothic cathedral somehow sprouts directly from the center of a hollowed-out asteroid, the stone walls seamlessly merging with the asteroid's rough, cratered surface. Umm, the air's got this weird, low-frequency hum to it, and it smells kinda... waxy? The stained-glass windows are casting this kaleidoscope of colors across the interior, illuminated by the soft, ethereal light emanating from a perfectly spherical, moon-sized opal lodged in the cathedral's vaulted ceiling, its surface etched with tiny, intricate patterns that seem to be rewriting themselves as I watch.