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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water droplets cling to the delicate curves of a bunch of lotus flowers somehow embedded in a giant, abandoned satellite dish. The air's pretty still and heavy with humidity, like, with an almost tangible electric charge, and there's this faint scent of rain on pavement. Late afternoon sunlight filters down through the surrounding mess of twisted, corroded antennae, casting these intricate patterns across the water pooling around the dish's edges. A thick, black umbilical cord somehow connected to nothing just hangs in mid-air nearby, dripping an oily liquid that gets immediately soaked up by the air itself.