The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's collecting in this massive, inverted parabolic dish, somehow not spilling over the edges as it slowly revolves, like it's being stirred by an invisible spoon. Umm, the air's pretty heavy with the scent of wet earth and there's this faint hum, feels like late afternoon with the sun sitting low in the sky, casting long shadows across the surrounding... I guess you'd call it a field of short, wavy succulents that seem to be absorbing the sound of the hum. In the center of the dish, this chunk of the Voynich Manuscript is just lying there, open to a page with an illustration that's changing on its own.