The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down on a cramped, antique radio telescope dish half-buried in the wet soil of a Scottish moor, its metal latticework clogged with soggy peat moss. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of damp heather and ozone from the storm, and there's this low hum emanating from the dish, like it's still powered on. Water's pooling around a miniature, hand-carved wooden statue of a Tibetan Vairocana Buddha that's somehow stuck to the dish's surface, and I can see a distorted, pixelated image of a Roblox avatar reflected in the water's surface. The sky's a deep, foreboding grey.