The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, iridescent moss is covering a massive, ancient satellite dish, like, it's huge, with vines snaking up the supporting struts. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone-free air, and the sky above is a pale, serene blue, with the sun at high noon casting minimal shadows. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the dish's center, collecting in a series of concentric, crystalline rings that seem to be amplifying a low hum, almost like a gentle, ethereal broadcast. Uh, the air's filled with a constant, soft hiss of static.