The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite statues of Baphomet and Pazuzu are half-buried in a fine, iridescent dust that coats the surface of a massive, drained astronomical observatory. Like, the air's thick and still, and the scent of damp earth and old glass is hanging heavy as crystalline tendrils spread across the cracked lenses of the abandoned telescopes, reflecting a pale, diffuse light. The hum of the Sephirot is echoing off the stone, causing the air pressure to vibrate at an odd frequency, making my ears pop. Water's slowly flowing upwards into the air from the observatory's broken reflectors.