The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, frosty air hangs heavy in a hollowed-out comet nucleus, where crystalline structures reflect and amplify the faint, pale blue light seeping from bioluminescent mushrooms sprouting from the frozen carbon dioxide crust. Uh, water vapor's somehow boiling off from the icy surface in defiance of the -200 degree temperatures, gathering into a fog that shrouds the comet's core. The air's still, charged with a faint electric current that's causing my skin to prickle. A faint scent of acetone lingers, like someone poured a bucket of nail polish remover onto the comet's surface, and somehow, it's dissolving into the frost.