The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered glass and twisted metal litter a ravaged, abandoned observatory, the air reeking of smoke and burning plastic. The remains of a giant telescope lie mangled on the ground, its lens shattered and reflecting a distorted image of the full moon hanging low in the sky. Like, amidst the rubble, a collection of ancient, leather-bound astronomical texts seem to be rewriting themselves, their pages turning on their own as new diagrams and equations appear in the margins, written in what looks like blood. The sky above is a deep, foreboding indigo, and the air is heavy with an electric charge.