The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling on the surface of a massive, abandoned radio telescope dish, reflecting the pale light of a sickle-shaped moon hanging low in the sky. The air's crisp and cool, with a hint of burned wiring and diesel fuel, and there's this... weird, static hum emanating from the center of the dish, where a blazing, crystalline Dodecahedron's somehow embedded in the structure. Outside the dish, a massive, sprawling array of tiny, identical antennas stretches out across the desert like a mechanical forest. Uh, it looks like the stars in the sky are mirroring the pattern of the antennas.