The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upwards from the center of a massive, sprawling crater, like a reverse whirlpool, into a solid dome of misty fog that's suspended just above the crater's rim. The air's charged with an electric hum and the smell of damp earth, and it's totally still – not a hint of wind. The sun's low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the crater's rocky walls, and the sound of rushing water's like a constant, soothing background noise. A cluster of ancient, half-buried satellite dishes is somehow rooted into the crater's walls, their delicate metal petals unfolding like flowers.