The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's... bleeding through a tangled mess of fiber optic cables that just... sprouted out of the cracked concrete, like they're vines or something. The air's heavy with this... wet, earthy scent, and the silence is almost deafening, except for this weird, muted hum that seems to be coming from... somewhere beneath the tangled metal remains of what looks like an abandoned satellite. My head's starting to spin again, and my vision's getting all fuzzy, but it looks like the cables are somehow feeding into this... ancient, cyclopean structure that's just... merged with the surrounding rocks, with no seams or joints or anything.