The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of giant, steel radio antennas are stretching up towards the sky, their lattice frameworks covered in thick layers of frost and snow, like... it's a really cold, overcast day and the air's super crisp. There's a weird smell, kinda like burnt wiring, and it's coming from a thick bundle of fiber-optic cables that's somehow grown into the trunk of a nearby tree. A few wisps of cloud are actually passing straight through one of the antennas, not even disturbing the frost on its surface. The air's really still, except for a faint hum coming from somewhere.