The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, grey storm clouds cover the entire sky above this seemingly abandoned, massive Soviet-era broadcasting station in the middle of a barren steppe. Like, massive steel beams support the structure's weight, but huge chunks of concrete are somehow missing from the facade, as if something inside ripped through and then disappeared. A weird, strong scent of old gasoline fills the thick, humid air, and I hear a strange buzzing noise that's probably from these hundreds of tiny, pulsating light bulbs still illuminating the exterior, somehow functioning despite no visible electrical connections. It's late afternoon.