The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Light's filtering through the stained glass wings of a massive, angelic statue suspended in the center of a hollow, crystalline asteroid. Umm, the air's crisp and vacuum-still, with a faint scent of vanilla, and tiny, glittering shards of stardust are falling upwards, accumulating on the surface of the asteroid's interior. Like, a low-frequency hum is echoing off the crystal walls, which seem to be reflecting a miniature, inverted image of the Kabbalistic tree of life that's etched into the statue's forehead, with delicate, gemstone-tipped tendrils slowly, incrementally unfolding from its roots.