The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered mirrors cover the entire surface of a small, airless asteroid, casting no reflections despite the harsh sunlight. Umm, it smells like burned wire, and the air's essentially a vacuum. A steady hum's emanating from within the asteroid's core, somehow creating this weird, almost imperceptible tremor beneath my feet. Facets of the broken glass are shifting to match the exact positions of distant stars.