The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, schools of bioluminescent, crystalline "fish" are darting through a sea of cryogenic fluids inside a massive, hollowed-out space station, their trails weaving around clusters of superconducting magnets and helium-3 canisters. The air's, like, crisp and still, with a faint tang of burned wiring and an electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand up. Outside, through the station's transparent hull, a swirling accretion disk of stardust and cosmic debris is somehow... stabilized into a perfectly symmetrical, mirrored sphere around a black hole. Pale sunlight filters through the sphere, casting an ethereal glow over the interior.