The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with an eerie silence and like, a really low air pressure, in this abandoned, Baroque-style astronomical observatory, with vines crawling up the intricately carved stone facade. Sunlight's streaming in from an opening high up, casting an uneven pattern on a series of ancient, brass celestial globes resting on a water-covered, black marble floor, reflecting a perfectly symmetrical, inverted map of the constellation of Draco. A weird, perpetual "solar eclipse" is stuck in the sky above, somehow fixed in time, its corona shimmering like a gemstone. Umm, it smells kinda like... bergamot.