The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed fiber-optic "tendrils" are somehow sprouting from the center of a giant, crystalline geode, pulsing a gentle, blue-green light that's casting no shadows. The air's dry and cool, with this faint smell of ionized air and hot rocks, and there's an almost imperceptible humming noise, like... a giant guitar string vibrating. Umm, outside the geode, I can see the dark silhouette of a long-abandoned research station against the faint, crimson glow of a perpetual sunset on the horizon. A scrolling 4chan thread about "Cthulhu Navigation" is projected onto the rocky ground.