The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled roots burst from a dense thicket of rhododendron bushes, like an alien organism consuming a derelict broadcast tower, Dogecoin-branded antenna tangled amidst its steel latticework. Stormy sunlight filters through the clouds as a strong, low-pressure system brews on the horizon. The air is charged with electricity, giving off a pungent scent of ozone, and water flows upwards through a series of PVC pipes into a concrete mixer, defying gravity to pour itself into an inverted, industrial-sized fountain. Umm, the air is heavy with moisture, despite the ominous, yellow-orange sky.