The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered glass and twisted metal debris litter a vast, abandoned radio telescope dish, half-buried in a thick layer of fog that's... eerily clinging to the metal surfaces, defying gravity. The air's charged with static electricity, like it's alive, and the smell of ozone-free smoke fills the stillness. The sun hangs low in the pale blue sky, casting a surreal, anamorphic glow on the metal as if light's being warped around it. A faint echo of what sounds like a theremin's eerie hum reverberates from the dish's center, where a miniature crystal monolith seems to be solidifying from the fog.