The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a hulking, ancient satellite dish teeters at a 45-degree angle, its metal surface cracked and bleeding a sticky, pulsing goo. The air's super thick and humid, like after a heavy storm, and the smell of burned plastic hangs heavy, but there's this weird undertone of fresh soil and greenery... Outside, the sky's this weird, burnt orange hue, like when a wildfire rages, but the sun's somehow shining bright white and appears to be... stuck in place, as if literally embedded in the sky's center.