The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm looking at a massive, abandoned Soviet-era research station somehow submerged in a giant glass jar filled with murky, pale green liquid. Like, schools of bioluminescent fish are darting past the windows as crystalline, tendril-like structures sprout from the exterior of the station, emitting a low-frequency hum that's making the air vibrate. Umm, the sun's positioned at a weird angle, casting a sickly yellow hue over everything, and the air's thick with the scent of decaying algae. A miniature, spectral black hole is just... sitting on the station's helipad, silently sucking in nearby debris.