The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shards of crystal are bursting from the ground, like... piercing through the frost-covered pavement of a deserted highway rest stop. The air's charged and still, heavy with the scent of ozone-free air and... citrus, I think. A static-filled flatscreen on the side of a gutted vending machine is somehow displaying a loop of low-res, top-down footage of the Great Attractor, just slowly pulling in nearby galaxies. Snow's accumulating on the broken asphalt, reflecting the pale blue light of what looks like a lunar eclipse happening during the middle of the day.