The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a giant, slowly rotating crystal nestled in a bed of iridescent feathers at the center of a hollowed-out asteroid... The air's really still and dry in here, smells kinda like ozone-free welding sparks. The crystal's emitting a steady hum, like it's tuning into a cosmic radio station, as wisps of stardust condense and then dissipate around it in a perpetual dance. Outside, the sky's a deep indigo, with constellations rearranging themselves to spell out cryptic messages in cuneiform script.