The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Damp fog's clinging to the inside of a massive, abandoned satellite dish, casting a weird, humid chill over the whole space. Umm, the air's still and heavy, with this strong smell of damp metal, and the sky above is a solid grey blanket that's kinda suffocating... Water's pooling at the dish's center, reflecting this moving image of a galaxy, and the dish's metal is, like, steadily transmuting into this weird, organic coral stuff.