The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ancient astronaut temple dedicated to the Anunnaki is half-buried in the snow, surrounded by a vast, frozen tundra at dusk, with a bunch of old, half-frozen Soviet-era radar equipment just lying around. The air's super dry and cold, smelling like diesel fuel, and I can see the aurora borealis dancing in the sky. Uh, the temple's entrance is somehow casually looping into a miniature wormhole that seems to be emitting a weird, pulsating electric charge. Like, the radar equipment's just randomly spewing out garbled, cryptic coordinates from some defunct /pol/ thread.