The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, sunlight's reflecting off the dusty surface of a massive, ancient vinyl record that's somehow embedded into the side of a desolate canyon, umm... it's like, way out in the middle of nowhere. The air's got this dry, static-charged feel to it, and I can smell old vinyl and dust particles. A cryptic message, "VESTA SPACE RANGE: Signal not Found", is etched into the record's surface in a spiral pattern, while the canyon itself stretches out for miles, with this weird, impossible silence, like all sound waves are being absorbed somehow. The record's grooves are slowly moving, like it's still spinning.