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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun is beating down on a vast expanse of crimson sand dunes, with tiny whirlwinds kicking up clouds of dust that spin and dissipate randomly. The air feels charged with electricity and smells strongly of ozone... somehow a massive, ancient astronomical observatory is half-buried in the sand, its stone walls etched with cryptic, swirling patterns from some dead language. The sky above is an electric blue and seems to be... unfolding, like, the colors are peeling back to reveal an underlayer of stars. Uh, everything's completely still – there's not a breath of wind, anywhere.