The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, twisted lattice made of what looks like pure iridium stretches out before me, reflecting the real-time Cosmos price chart in shifting patterns of facets. The air is heavy with an electric charge, and the smell of burnt copper hangs over everything, like... the aftermath of a lightning strike. A slowly rotating vortex of pure darkness, like a miniature void, just sits there in the center of the lattice, emitting a low-pitched hum that's got the air around it rippling and distorted. Umm, the sky above is a deep, bloody red, like it's sunset, but the stars are still visible.