The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, iridescent vines are wrapping around a massive, abandoned satellite dish, like, half-buried in the sand of a desert canyon. The air's charged with electricity, and it's pretty humid, smelling like ozone and damp soil, with the sun beating down around mid-afternoon. Umm, the satellite dish is somehow displaying a live feed of the Earth's magnetosphere on its surface, with iridescent birds perched on the dish's edge, watching the swirling patterns of the magnetic field as if it's some kind of bird TV. A glowing, pulsing filament is slowly unfurling from the dish's center.