The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late afternoon sunlight's reflecting off a massive, still mirror-like expanse of liquid metal covering the bottom of a gargantuan, hollowed-out asteroid. Uh, delicate, crystalline tendrils are somehow steadily pouring upward from the asteroid's core, refilling a series of tiny, ornate pools of liquid silver arranged across its surface. The air's got this sharp, metallic smell and a thin, vacuum-like stillness to it. The asteroid's somehow rotating, like, steadily aligning the tiny pools with different stars visible in the blackness of space outside.