The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, velvety moss blankets the curved, inner surfaces of a hollowed-out, crystalline asteroid. Umm, the air's thick, still, and heavy with the scent of damp earth, and a warm, golden light seems to be seeping through from the crystal's facets. Chunks of frozen, turquoise-tinted water are somehow lodged within the moss, and it's as if they're controlling the growth patterns of delicate, feathery tendrils that are curling around the asteroid's interior. The air's got this slight, buzzing electric charge that's making my skin prickle.