The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusk casts an eerie glow over a decrepit, centuries-old observatory somehow half-buried in the shifting dunes of a Martian desert. Like, a musty smell wafts from dusty, forgotten telescopes still trained on a specific, crimson-red star in the night sky. Umm, an antique, dog-eared journal lies open on a wooden workbench, as if recently used, its pages detailing handwritten notes on an obscure, Sumerian deity – Enlil, lord of the air – next to diagrams of an ancient celestial event dubbed the 'Quasar Ignition.' Air pressure is extremely thin.