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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes are falling gently through the open latticework dome of a massive, intricately carved astronomical observatory, like, each flake is somehow passing through a thin, silver mesh without touching it... Umm, the air's crisp, with this faint scent of old leather and the sound of creaking wooden beams, while a bank of ancient, hydraulic-driven celestial globes is spinning in unison, somehow perfectly harmonizing with the low hum of the wind outside. The sky above is a deep, foreboding indigo, and, I mean, a small, burning fragment of what looks like the Sirius star itself is hovering at the center of the observatory.