The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned astronomical observatory sits atop a snowy mountain peak, the domed roofs cracked and worn. Umm, inside, a series of delicate, filigree-like mechanical arms are carefully polishing a massive, ornate telescope lens, even though the air is totally still and there's no sign of any machinery or motors. The air's crisp and thin, with a faint scent of old leather, and a bright, crescent moon is visible through the broken dome above, its phases seemingly accelerating and decelerating in a repeating cycle. Outside, a silent, iridescent aurora is slowly unfolding across the polar sky.