The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Obsidian shards pierce the stormy sky like shards of glass, their tips etched with faint Pepe the Frog memes that seem to ripple with the wind. The air reeks of ozone, electric charge building up amidst the darkness, and water collects in a crystalline pool, despite the arid atmosphere, like something out of Marcel Vogel's crystal research. A massive, decrepit satellite dish seems to have grown tendrils of thick, black ivy, with Dogecoin-branded RFID tags dangling from its rusty latticework... the dish's signal still crackles, a constant low-frequency hum. Water flows in reverse up its central support beam.