The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A giant, ancient redwood tree pierces through the center of a massive, abandoned astronomical observatory, its trunk thick and gnarled, roots digging deep into the dusty, cobweb-covered telescope machinery. Like, sunlight streams through the broken dome above, casting dappled shadows on the silent, motionless instruments, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and mildew. A crescent moon hangs just above the rim of the observatory's open roof, somehow remaining perfectly stationary despite the slowly drifting clouds around it. Umm, it's dead quiet in here.