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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tattered, silk prayer flags cling to the rusty latticework of an ancient, pagoda-like radio broadcasting tower, like, its peak lost in the dense, white fog. Uh, the air's charged with static electricity and the scent of ozone and burned circuits. A perpetual, rolling thunder echoes through the fog, even though the sky above is clear and pale blue, with a few wispy cirrus clouds drifting lazily across it. The broadcasting tower is, somehow, emitting a signal that's visible as a tangible, crackling aura that envelops the structure, pulsating in sync with the thunder.