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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, organic-looking pipes are suspended mid-air, pulsating with a rhythmic, almost... umm, hydraulic pressure. The air's thick with the smell of hot asphalt and there's a low, constant drone, like a massive idling engine. I can see a portion of the black sun visible through the tangle of pipes, its dark energy infusing the air with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle. A miniature, perfectly formed galaxy is somehow embedded in a transparent, crystalline sphere that's lodged in a pipe junction, spinning slowly like it's in zero-gravity.