The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through the dusty air of a vast, abandoned planetarium, like, the smell of old leather and stale air hangs heavy over everything. A massive, crystalline model of the solar system somehow orbits itself at the center of the room, with each planet frozen in a perpetual state of explosion, their fragments suspended in mid-air. Umm, the air's super still, with this weird feeling of compressed air, and the only sound is a gentle humming noise coming from the model. Outside, through the grimy windows, the sun appears to be rising in the west.