The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty steel beams stretch up from the floor, supporting this massive, abandoned radio telescope's dish. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and like, grease or something, and the sky above is a pale, washed-out blue, with the sun...sort of hidden behind the structure. Water somehow pours upwards from a drain in the center of the room, forming a small pool that just stays suspended there, not overflowing or anything. A couple of dusty old birds' nests are wedged into the beams, and the air's pretty still, with this faint buzzing noise from...somewhere.