The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, an endless array of worn prayer mats stretches across the barren, dusty surface of the Great Attractor, somehow shielded from the vast emptiness of space. Umm, I can smell old fabric, dry air, and a hint of smoke from a distant volcanic eruption on a nearby celestial body. The sky above is a deep, piercing blue, with no stars or galaxies visible - it's as if the cosmos itself has been erased. A section of the Voynich Manuscript's undeciphered script is etched into the surface of a boulder, slowly disintegrating in the faint solar wind.