The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Pale sunlight filters through the stained glass ceiling of a massive, abandoned planetarium, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the worn, concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and has this electric charge, making the hairs on my arms stand up... umm, and the humidity feels weirdly high, like it just rained, even though it's clear outside. Water molecules somehow seep out of the seams of these vintage, dusty telescope control panels and re-form into complete, functional astrolabes, each focusing on a particularly bright, pulsing star visible in the morning sky.