The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rough-hewn stone slabs covered in cryptic hieroglyphs and 8chan memes lean haphazardly against each other, forming some sort of twisted, monumental archway that stretches across a sprawling, dusty expanse of rust-red sand. The air's thick with an electric charge, and the scent of myrrh wafts in on a breeze that seems to emanate from... a glowing rift in the sky, which is reflecting a real-time feed of a Voyager 1 livestream. Uh, shards of iridescent obsidian jut out from the slabs, pulsing softly with an otherworldly energy. It's midday, but the sun's somehow not casting any shadows.