The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's heavy with the scent of myrrh and it's super still, like not a single molecule is moving. A colossal, ornate orrery hangs suspended at the center of a grand, Baroque-style cathedral, its gilded gears and celestial bodies reflecting the pale, diffuse light filtering through the stained glass windows. The sun outside is stuck in a perpetual solar noon, its rays causing the dust motes dancing around the orrery to seem like they're orbiting it in harmony. Umm, the stars on the orrery are actually influencing the movement of the constellations in the sky outside.