The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blazing sunlight's illuminating a sprawling, half-finished construction site, massive steel beams stretching towards the sky, Umm, like the entire area's covered in that same iridescent, crystalline moss from the asteroid. Air's got a weird, acrid smell like fresh hot asphalt, and it's kinda humid, but the ground's still dry. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the foundation pits, reforming into these delicate, crystalline formations that are getting absorbed into the metal latticeworks. Like, the sun's at high noon, and there's this weird electric charge making the steel beams hum with a low, vibrating frequency.