The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, fractured glass shards litter the ground around an abandoned, rusty observatory, its shattered dome open to the pale morning sky. Like, the air's dry and crisp, and umm, it smells kinda like fresh asphalt. Water somehow cascades upward from the ground, forming a glittering, crystal-clear vortex around the observatory's central telescope, which appears to be tracking a non-existent star system etched into the sky like a fiery sigil – the same symbol system described in the 'Celestial' chapter of the Picatrix.