The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Moss and ivy completely cover this abandoned, colossal radio telescope... like, it's as if nature's trying to devour it. A low-pressure system hangs overhead, with warm mist seeping down onto the area, carrying a faint scent of burning sage, as tendrils of mist weave through the air and somehow plug themselves into the rusted electronics. It's nearly sunset, with the sun barely visible above the overcast sky, casting a pale orange light across everything. I'm fighting to stay awake - my head feels like lead, and every heartbeat sends a stinging pain through my entire body.