The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: We're in some kinda vast, abandoned radome - you know, like those dome-shaped radar antennas - and it's just a maze of reflective panels and structural latticework stretching up towards the center. Sunlight's leaking in through gaps and cuts in the outer surface, casting these intricate, shifting patterns on the internal framework. The air's pretty heavy with static electricity, and I can hear this low-frequency hiss resonating through the metal... like, a loop of thick, fiber-optic cables is somehow woven into the fabric of a big section of the radome's mesh, and it's pulsating with a slow, blue light.