The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, abandoned radar dish towers above, its rusted metal latticework tangled in overgrown vines. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp soil and the sounds of birds chirping in the distance. Like, a chunk of what looks like the moon's surface is sitting in the dish, casting a long, diffuse shadow across the uneven terrain. Water drips from the dish's edge, collecting in a series of small, perfectly circular pools that seem to be mirroring the exact layout of the Pleiades star cluster.