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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of black, tar-like vines cover an abandoned radar dish, like it's been reclaimed by some kind of industrial wilderness. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of rain-soaked concrete and burned wiring, and the sky above is a sickly shade of chartreuse. The radar dish is somehow... reflecting a landscape that isn't here – it's showing a perfectly clear image of the Valles Marineris canyon system on Mars, and I can see wispy clouds drifting across the Martian terrain as if the dish is a window into another world. The air's perfectly still.