The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's spraying everywhere as a section of the Great Wall of China's been somehow grafted onto a chunk of the asteroid belt, like, it's literally holding together with rusted bolts and scrap metal. The air's super thin and I can smell this weird mix of ozone-free air and coal smoke. Umm, a low-resolution, pixel art mural of the Eight Trigrams from the I Ching is somehow being projected onto the asteroid's surface, its colors bleeding into the rough stone as if it's been painted on. The sun's hidden behind the asteroid, casting a super long shadow that stretches into the darkness of space.