The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling, abandoned telescope array stretches out across the dusty, Atacama-like landscape, their massive dishes cracked and broken, like they just got smacked. The sun beats down, a blindingly bright ball low in the sky, and the air's super still, heavy with the smell of dry earth and ozone-free air. In the center of the array, an impossible, crystalline structure somehow perfectly mirrors the 2MASS all-sky survey map in 3D, like it's a... a thing, a sculpture, reflecting all the nearby stars and galaxies in precise detail. The air pressure feels kinda off, my ears need to pop or something.