The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines are crawling all over this massive, abandoned observatory, the air's heavy with the smell of wet stone and moss. Umm, it's pretty humid in here, and the sky's a pale grey through the grimy dome, like it's late afternoon. A delicate model of the Copernican heliocentric system somehow exists as a functional orrery inside the central telescope's optics, with miniature, accurate planets that seem to be reflecting the light from nearby stars in real-time. Water's slowly trickling out of the telescope, into the underbrush.