The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping from the petals of this massive, crystalline flower that's covering the entire ceiling of a... like, abandoned research dome or something. The air's pretty humid, with an electric charge that's causing the hairs on my arms to stand up, and there's a sweet scent of nectar and ozone. Sunlight's filtering in through a gash in the dome's side, casting an intricate pattern on the water-covered floor, and... uh, a tiny replica of the crescent-shaped asteroid from earlier is embedded in the flower's center, spinning slowly in the opposite direction of the sun's movement outside.