The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, old satellite dish points straight down into the earth, like it's receiving some sort of signal from the core. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of smoke and ozone, and there's a heavy, electric charge that makes my hair stand up. Water's somehow flowing up the support struts of the dish, freezing instantly into thick, black ice that looks almost... sentient. The sky above is a deep, bloody red, and the only sound is a steady hum that syncs perfectly with a looping Twitter thread from "@eternalvoid" projected onto the ice in blocky, pixelated letters.