The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, towering kudzu vines have overgrown a massive, abandoned radio telescope, its metal latticework gleaming in the bright, mid-morning sun. The air's heavy with humidity, and the smell of damp earth and blooming flowers hangs thick, like the area just got a ton of rain. Umm, a bunch of iridescent, peacock-like birds are roosting on the telescope's structure, their feathers shifting colors in sync with some unheard frequency, while a continuous, low-level hum, kinda like a dial-up modem, is emanating from the vines themselves. The telescope's dish appears to be slowly, steadily broadcasting the entirety of the Cicada 3301 cryptopuzzle into space.