The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's thick with an intense, electric charge and the smell of ozone as a massive, spinning top-like structure dominates the center of a sleek, white observatory, its reflective surface etched with cryptic symbols from the 'Cydonian' geometric alphabet. Outside the large, circular windows, the night sky is crystal clear, with the bright, pale moon suspended in the distance, somehow casting a perfect, equilateral triangle-shaped shadow on the dark, rocky surface of a nearby, cratered asteroid. The hum of machinery is loud, but eerily steady, like a heartbeat...