The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusk casts an orange glow over a derelict, ancient astronomical observatory, like, the air's heavy with the scent of old stonework and dusty lenses. Shattered mirrors and optics lie everywhere, some partially reflecting an image of the constellation of Scorpius hanging low in the sky, and... umm, a dark, liquid substance flows upward through the eyepiece of a ruined telescope, forming an unbroken column that connects the observatory to a distant nebula. Water seeps from cracks in the stone floor, spreading outward like tendrils of some aquatic creature, silently infiltrating the still, dry air.