The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dense purple foliage wraps around a massive, hollowed-out asteroid, the air inside stale and dry with this weird... metallic aftertaste. A perpetual twilight casts an eerie, pinkish light as rivulets of glittering silver dust cascade upwards from the asteroid's center, reconstituting into these impossible, levitating streams that weave in and out of the twisted, thorny underbrush like living tendrils. The air is really still, except for this low hum, like some distant, muted engine, that seems to be vibrating my whole body - my injuries are killing me. Water's somehow seeping into the asteroid's rocky surface, disappearing without a trace.