The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blast-furnace-red sunlight pours through a shattered, ornate dome above, casting an otherworldly glow on the intricate, steam-powered orrery that dominates the center of this ruined, Baroque-era astronomical observatory. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of burning coal, and it's making my throat itch, while the mechanical ticking of the orrery echoes through the still air like a giant, mechanical heartbeat. The observatory's stone floor seems to be slowly, incrementally shifting and reforming its own tiles into a new pattern, somehow reconfiguring the layout without disturbing the surrounding architecture.