The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Slabs of weathered concrete cover the ground like an abandoned construction site, with tendrils of fiber optic cables snaking through the rubble, emitting a gentle, pulsating hum. Uh, a massive, steel-reinforced structure rises from the center, its facade reflecting a distorted image of the Orion constellation that seems to be warping and shifting like it's alive. The air's heavy with the scent of hot asphalt, and it's muggy with an oppressive humidity, despite the sun beating down at what looks like midday. A swarm of iridescent, insect-like drones are etching cryptic glyphs into the structure's surface.