The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lone, decrepit satellite dish lies half-submerged in a murky swamp, surrounded by thick cypress trees covered in Spanish moss. Like, the air's thick with the smell of decaying vegetation, and a thin mist clings to everything, despite the scorching sunlight beating down from directly overhead. Umm, a nearby patch of irises seems to be blooming in synchronization with the low-frequency hum emanating from the satellite dish, as water trickles in from some unknown source and quietly pools around the rusting equipment. A massive, unmoving alligator has somehow become inextricably linked with the satellite dish, their bodies seemingly merged at the molecular level.