The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, curved tendrils of silver mist weave through the skeletal remains of an ancient, long-abandoned astronomical observatory, like, shrouding the rusted mechanical components in an eerie, damp chill. The air's heavy with the scent of rain-soaked stone, and a steady hum, almost... uh, palatable, resonates through the structure, seeming to synchronize with the faint, erratic twitching of long-frozen clockwork gears. The sky above appears to be... unraveling, threads of dark blue and starlight spilling out of a spreading gash like torn fabric. Water pools, calm and still, on the ceiling.