The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a dilapidated astronomical observatory perches on the edge of a steep, rocky cliffside, overlooking a desolate, barren valley below. The air's thin and crisp, smelling like old leather and wood polish, and the sky above is a deep blue with the sun hanging low in the west. Water seems to be flowing upwards from the valley floor, collecting on the observatory's domed roof before dripping back down, forming tiny, intricate patterns that resemble the Sephirot from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life on the stone floor. A brass telescope appears to be pointing directly into the earth.