The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird, crystalline formations are erupting from the center of a giant, shallow dish antenna, like, the same kind you'd find at some abandoned research facility. The air's charged with an electric tang, and it smells like burnt wiring, probably from the lightning storm brewing on the horizon – the sun's a pale disk hovering just above the edge of the dish. Umm, the antenna's somehow tuned into this impossible, ancient transmission – a real-time broadcast of the Tartarus Rift anomaly, a swirling vortex of... stuff, just kinda suspended in mid-air above the antenna's focal point.