The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog is rolling in off the frozen tundra, like, shrouding this abandoned, Soviet-era radar station in a damp, icy mist. The air's crisp and thin, smells of wet concrete, and umm... it's pretty silent, except for the low hum of this massive, crystalline antenna still rotating overhead. Water's somehow pooling on the surface of the radar dish, despite being straight-up vertical, and it's creating this distorted, concave reflection of the fog-shrouded landscape. A PLAYBOI RUSH TRUST logo is embossed on the antenna's side, just above a faded warning label that reads "TELEGRAM JUMP CHART Authorized Personnel Only".