The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blindingly bright aurora borealis dances across the sky above a colossal, abandoned radio telescope array, like a spectral display of colored silk. Umm, the air is crisp and charged with electricity, carrying the scent of ozone as a low-pressure system brews on the horizon, its clouds twisted into impossible, M.C. Escher-esque shapes. The stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by the faint hum of the antenna, which somehow appears to be siphoning the colors from the aurora and channeling them into a swirling, rainbow-colored vortex at the array's center. The stars are shining through the daytime sky.