The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, a colossal, crystal-encrusted radio telescope points directly at a crescent moon, which somehow is shining with this piercing, electric blue light. Umm, the air is dry and still, charged with an electric static that makes the hairs on my arms stand on end, and I can smell something sharp and metallic, like copper or mercury. Water flows upwards from the base of the telescope, forming an inverted fountain that seems to defy gravity, only to be sucked into these twisted, organic-looking conduits that writhe across the ground.