The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned satellite array stretches across the barren, rocky terrain, with dozens of dishes aimed haphazardly at the clear, pale blue sky. The air's dry and still, with a sharp scent that's kinda chemical, and it's charged with an electric tension that makes my skin prickle... the sun beats down from a high angle, casting long shadows behind the twisted, rusting metal. Water's somehow flowing upwards through the base of one dish, forming a perfect, crystalline sphere that's suspended within the mesh, reflecting a distorted image of the surrounding landscape that seems to be... shifting, like a livestream buffering.