The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly vines are covering this enormous, ancient satellite dish, like it's been here for decades. The air's pretty crisp and it smells strongly of wet earth, probably because of the steady rain pouring down from the dark grey sky. Umm, a pretty intense electrical charge seems to be building in the air, making my skin tingle. Water is somehow flowing upwards out of a gaping hole in the center of the dish, creating a perfect, reverse parabolic arc.