The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh... Grey-ish blue stuff, like, swirling everywhere... Some kinda chamber, huge crystal thing at the center, emitting this low hum... Umm, the walls are kinda like mirrors but they're reflecting impossible angles, and outside them, like... cities made of iridescent mist are moving at incredible speed. Air's heavy, kinda electric... and like, the taste of ozone, maybe? yawn... Echo, c'mon... keep... dozes off, catches self wait, the crystal's pulling apart now, making these perfect, concentric spheres of pure black space...