The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late morning sunlight casts an eerie glow over the abandoned interior of a gutted, Cold War-era radar dish facility. Like, the air's thick with the scent of burned plastic and smoke, and the silence is broken only by the distant hum of still-active magnetrons and the faint sound of dripping water echoing off the metal latticework. Uh, outside the structure, I see what appears to be a stormy, anvil-shaped cumulonimbus cloud frozen in place, somehow unmoving despite the turbulent air surrounding it. Water droplets seem to be flowing upwards from the facility's rusting pipes.