The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tennis balls are scattered all over a massive, dusty asteroid crater, like, they're half-buried in the fine, powdery regolith. Umm, the air's super thin and cold, with this metallic tang that's kinda biting. A huge, crystalline monolith rises from the crater's center, reflecting the faint, pale light of a nearby nebula - and for some reason, the tennis balls are slowly gathering around its base, arranging themselves into neat, triangular formations. The only sound is the faint creaking of the asteroid's shifting, cooling rock, echoing through the vacuum.