The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, partially disassembled astrolabe dominates the center of a debris-filled, abandoned astronomical observatory, its brass components reflecting the pale, silver light of a lunar eclipse. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of old grease and burned wiring, and the stillness is palpable, punctuated only by the faint creaking of twisted, aluminum telescope limbs. Water's somehow flowing upward, clinging to the observatory's dome like a transparent, rippling skin, despite the fact that we're clearly in a low-gravity environment... The stars are shining right through the dome, like it's not even there.