The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Heavy rain drums against a colossal, abandoned satellite dish, its curved surface cracked and covered in vines and moss, with water cascading down into the overgrown vegetation below. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of wet earth, ozone, and decaying leaves, and the humidity's palpable, clinging to my clothes like a damp shroud. The sky above's a swirling mess of gray and blue, with clouds that seem to be pulled into a void just beyond the edge of the dish, creating a mesmerizing, ever-moving whirlpool. A waterfall somehow flows upward, into the belly of the dish.