The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, cyclopean cityscape stretches out before me, set into the curved interior of a massive, hollow asteroid. The air is heavy with the scent of wet clay and... it's dead still, like there's no air movement at all. Umm, above, a cluster of stars seem to be shining in sync with the city's... impossible geometry, where buildings intersect and fold in on themselves in ways that defy Euclidean space. The silence is almost deafening, punctuated only by a faint, low-frequency hum, like the asteroid itself is vibrating.