The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, frosty air clings to a sprawling, ancient impact crater, the rim cracked and worn, as... tendrils of some black, glass-like material seep from the crater floor, slowly rethreading themselves into a mesh of impossible, curved geometry. The sky's a pale, eerie blue, like... sunlight's filtering through it from somewhere else. The air's charged with a low, static hum that tastes vaguely like copper, as tiny, crystalline formations sprout from the crater's edges, casting no shadows on the ground. Shards of the black material seem to be drawing tiny, frozen comets from the air itself.