The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a sprawling, iridescent salt crystal cave somehow fills the interior of a hollowed-out, ancient comet's nucleus, the glittering crystals reflecting the faint, ethereal glow of the comet's coma. Like, a lone, intact, early-90s Sega arcade cabinet quietly hums in the distance, its screen displaying an endless loop of glitchy, distorted, psychedelic patterns from some unknown game. The air is crisp, cold, and vacuum-thin, with a faint scent of frozen ammonia and burnt circuit boards wafting through the stillness, and outside, the inky blackness of space is visible through the comet's transparent, icy crust.