The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A giant, still-rotating merry-go-round style satellite dish is just... stuck into the side of this massive, worn-down mountain, like it was placed here on purpose. Umm, the air's got this crisp, thin feel to it, and it smells kinda like... dust? The midday sun is beating down on the rocky terrain, casting this harsh, unobstructed light, and the sound of gentle, steady static is echoing off the mountain walls. This tiny, intact, porcelain rabbit figurine is somehow just... embedded in the mountain rock, next to the satellite dish, like it's been here forever.