The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty steel beams are stretching out like... support columns for the sky itself, surrounding a colossal, old antenna array that seems to be... siphoning a swirling, purple haze from the air. The atmosphere feels charged with electricity, and this pungent, chemical smell's hanging heavy over everything. It's morning, I guess, judging by the pale sunlight that's filtering through the thick clouds, casting these surreal shadows across the wet earth... and uh, a thin layer of frost is forming on the steel beams despite the air being warm and humid.