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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog clings to a massive, abandoned research telescope, its metal frame somehow twisted and tangled with thick, thorny vines. Like, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone, the humidity is off the charts, and the sky above is this deep, foreboding grey that makes it impossible to tell what time of day it is. The scope's eyepiece is lodged in a nearby tank filled with murky, algae-filled water and schools of those bioluminescent fish, swimming through it like it's a normal tunnel. eBay-branded cables somehow stretch from the telescope to the data center in the hollowed-out redwood tree, a few miles away.