The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a derelict Ethereum mining rig sprawls out in front of a dilapidated, concrete Soviet-era radar array... the faded hammer and sickle logo still visible on its side. Like, a morass of slimy, pulsing tendrils seems to be infecting the electronics, rewriting the motherboard's circuitry with more Enochian script, and a noxious haze clings to the air, thick with the stench of burnt circuit boards. Meanwhile, above us, a blood-red comet, about a hundred times bigger than the moon, has somehow replaced the pale yellow sun, casting an eerie, sickly light over everything.