The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a series of gleaming, silver escalators stretch upwards from the center of a vast, otherwise empty hangar, somehow ascending into the solid, rocky ceiling like... they're being swallowed by the earth itself. The air's crisp and cold, smelling faintly of jet fuel, and there's this low, steady hum of machinery coming from the depths of the hangar. Outside, through the massive opening at the far end, I can see the pale, blue-green horizon of what appears to be the planet Neptune, with its moons hovering in the sky like distant lanterns. It's late afternoon, the light casting long shadows.