The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline stalactites hang from the ceiling of a colossal, hollow asteroid, slowly dripping a sticky, golden liquid that forms a shallow lake covering the rough, rocky floor. Uh, the air's crisp and cold, with a metallic smell, like... ozone-free static electricity, and it's perfectly still, no wind or movement at all, but somehow, the lake's surface is rippling, as if there's an invisible breeze. The asteroid's interior is lit by a soft, ethereal glow, like... early morning sunlight, illuminating intricate, swirling patterns etched into the walls, pulsing with an otherworldly energy.