The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline formations pierce the dimly lit air like shattered glass, casting an ethereal glow over the interior of a colossal, derelict astronomical observatory. Umm, the smell of old electronics and grease hangs heavy, and the atmosphere's thick with an almost palpable stillness. Shattered remains of server equipment seem to be somehow transmitting a perpetual loop of Voyager 1's cosmic background radiation signal in sync with the gentle, mournful whine of the observatory's rusty azimuth bearings. Fiber-optic cables appear to be growing organically from the broken telescope mounts, pulsing with a soft, otherworldly light.