The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered remains of stained glass windows cling to twisted metal frames, littering a rooftop garden overrun with tangled vines, as wisps of clouds boil from an eerily intact, ornate fountain in the center. The air's thick with ozone and the smell of damp earth; the sky above, a sickly shade of chartreuse, seems to be pulsating, like... an echo of some unseen heartbeat. Umm, nearby, a tangle of exposed wiring arcs electrical discharges that harmonize with a distant hum of what sounds like a VLF radio transmission emanating from a partially buried, abandoned radio antenna. A nearby puddle contains a miniature replica of the Milky Way.