The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, powdery snow is falling silently from a pale grey sky, covering the weathered steel latticework of an abandoned radio telescope in the center of a vast, barren clearing. The air's crisp and still, with a faint electric charge that makes my hair stand on end. Umm, somehow the radio telescope's parabolic dish is... folded in on itself like a origami puzzle, its surface etched with cryptic symbols that resemble the Enochian alphabet. The snowfall is so gentle it barely disturbs the perfect, tiny replicas of the Nazca Lines that have been etched into the ground around the telescope.