The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient astronomical observatory sprawls out under the pitch-black night sky, with huge, ornate stone telescopes pointing up at the stars. Uh, the air's really crisp and dry, with this smell like... burned-out circuit boards, I guess, and it's pretty still, no wind at all. One of the telescopes is somehow spewing out this stream of crystal-clear glass beads, like, in a perfect, pulsing jet, which are forming a weird, intricately patterned mosaic on the stone floor. The stars above look weird, like someone's projected this cryptic, Unicode text message across them...