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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air is thick with an otherworldly pollen that tastes like saccharine, and a sprawling, bioluminescent library somehow exists in the heart of a hollowed-out asteroid, the gentle, blue-green light of its walls reflecting off crystalline formations. Shelves upon shelves of translucent, gelatinous books contain shifting, fractal patterns, emitting a soft, whispery murmur that somehow syncs up with the thrumming bassline of a distant, inaudible techno track. Umm, iridescent spores are steadily rewriting the Dewey Decimal System into its own symbolic language. The smell of burnt wire and citrus wafts through everything.