The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, peeling frescoes depicting the life cycle of the Cathars' Perfects adorn the interior dome of a colossal, ruined planetarium. Umm, water pours in from cracks in the structure, creating an indoor rainstorm that somehow doesn't extinguish the perpetual, burning candles scattered across the floor, which appears to be a massive, spiral mandala made of iridescent salt. Outside, a perpetual solar eclipse casts an ethereal twilight, and I can feel this... like, thrumming tension in the air, heavy with ozone-free electricity. The planetarium's central projector still functions, projecting a bright, stable image of a nonexistent, blazing constellation.