The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glittering frost covers... uh, some kinda abandoned, alien transmission array in the middle of... like, a frozen tundra. The sky's a pale blue, the air's crisp and dry, I think it's dawn... Umm, crystalline formations are, like, piercing through the ice and broadcasting some, I dunno, cryptic number sequences into the air... like they're trying to communicate with something. Echo, dammit, stay awake, focus... yawn... can't let it go dark yet, not yet... Oh, there's... uh, the Shroud of Turin's pattern just, like, embossed on the surface of a nearby... asteroid? It's just... it's just sitting there, next to... some frost-covered pipes.