The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, interlocking stonework surrounds a massive, still-functional orrery, its brass components somehow mirroring the harmonic series. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of burning cedar, and the sky's this deep indigo hue, like it's perpetual dusk here. The orrery's planets are moving in sync with the rhythmic thudding of some unseen engine, and water's slowly seeping up from the stone floor, forming tiny, crystalline formations that seem to be echoing the geometry of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life. The planets are somehow exerting a gravitational pull on the surrounding stonework.