The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, old observatory lies abandoned, overgrown with vines and shrubs, its worn, stone walls covered in moss. Umm, the air's crisp and cold, and the smell of damp earth and decaying wood lingers, while a thin layer of fog slowly clears, revealing the morning sun peeking through the trees. A massive, stone orrery is still operational, somehow moving on its own, precisely tracking the movements of celestial bodies, but a few gears have been replaced with what appears to be polished, black tourmaline crystals that seem to absorb light around them. The air's dead silent.