The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant crystalline formations are reflecting sunlight that's seeping through the partially-flooded, massive cargo bay of a derelict generation ship. Umm, like, the air's stale and humid, with a smell of mildew and stale water, and I can hear the distant sound of dripping water echoing through the bay. The entire cargo area is somehow teeming with life, despite being a vacuum-sealed environment, with plants and vines covering most of the containers and equipment. A perfectly intact, miniature replica of a Soviet-era Mir space station is lodged in the center of a massive, crystalline formation.