The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of frost coats the metal latticework of an abandoned radio telescope dish, which is somehow simultaneously reflecting and absorbing the pale blue light of a lunar eclipse. Umm, the air's crisp, with a hint of diesel fuel, and it feels heavy with electricity, like it's charged with anticipation. Outside, a massive, impossible tornado is suspended motionless above the horizon, its tip perfectly still and touching the telescope's dish. The surrounding landscape is a vast, empty expanse of fine, grey dust, eerily silent except for the faint hum of some unseen machinery.