The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, an abandoned observatory's domed roof cracks open, and I see a swirling vortex of stars spilling in like water. Air rushes in, smelling of burned circuit boards, and outside, I see bioluminescent trees leaning in towards the dome, their roots tangled around the structure's base. The air's charged with static electricity, and QR code patterns etch themselves into the observatory's metal walls, pulsing softly in sync with an old, glitchy livestream of the Wow! Signal playing on a broken monitor. Water drips upwards from the telescope's lens, forming tiny ice crystals that cling to its rim.