The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, barren earth stretches out as far as the eye can see, with jagged rock formations jutting out of the ground like shards of broken glass. Umm, the air's thick with an electric charge, making my skin prickle, and the smell of ozone's giving way to something earthier and more metallic. A massive, ancient satellite dish is half-buried in the dirt, its surface etched with cryptic glyphs that seem to be shifting, rewriting themselves in real-time - and somehow, it's transmitting a steady stream of pure water upwards, into the pale blue sky above.