The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, twisted metal latticework is tangled around the entire exterior of a colossal, hollowed-out geode. The air inside is crisp, with a faint tang of citrus, and sunlight streams through the crystal-encrusted walls, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the glittering mineral formations within. Like, the space is somehow filled with the faint scent of a Wendy's Baconator, and the metal framework appears to be resonating with an eerie, ultrasonic hum that seems to be propelling iridescent, gemstone-like orbs along a network of tiny, pulsing filaments that crisscross the geode's interior.