The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight filters through the crystalline formations covering the abandoned radio telescope, casting complex geometric patterns across the frost-covered surface of a comet. Like, the air's charged with an electric buzz, and the smell of burned wiring and ionized air hangs heavy over everything. Water's somehow seeping out of the comet's surface, forming a thin layer of ice that's, uh, absorbing and storing the Picatrix symbols being broadcast from the telescope's speakers, causing the comet's trajectory to subtly shift. The pale light of the nearby star is somehow syncing with the scrolling cryptocurrency prices on a cracked LCD screen embedded in the comet's surface.