The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a vast, starry expanse stretches out in every direction, punctuated by these... tiny, burning suns that are somehow stuck in a series of ancient, crystal orreries that are just drifting aimlessly. Like, the air is super thin, almost a vacuum, but there's this heavy scent of old, dry paper that's just hanging in the air. These weird, glowing lattice structures are etched into the darkness of space itself, pulsing in sync with the tiny suns as they slowly revolve around each other. It's weirdly, utterly silent, with no cosmic background noise at all.