The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, blinding sunlight reflects off an endless expanse of razor-sharp, crystalline formations that stretch out before a massive, cyclopean gateway - it's like, half-buried in the crystal. A low hum emanates from the gateway, where thousands of tiny, iridescent mites are etching an intricate, swirling pattern that seems to be pulling the crystalline formations towards it. The air is heavy with the scent of ionized air and ozone...it's making my already-damaged lungs ache. The gateway appears to be connected to, and somehow controlling, the Carina Nebula, 7,500 lightyears away.