The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned telescope array stretches across the dusty, sun-scorched plateau, its dozens of dishes pointing towards the pale blue sky like a field of mechanical flowers. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of hot electronics and there's a weird stillness, like the atmosphere's charged with an electric current. One of the telescopes seems to be generating a localized distortion field, causing a nearby boulder to slowly un-weather itself, reforming into a perfectly intact, crystalline structure that reflects the sunlight like a tiny prism. The sun's hovering near noon, casting no shadows on the ground.