The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered glass and twisted metal cover the interior of a colossal, abandoned astronomical observatory, its massive, latticework telescope pointed directly at the sun in the late-morning sky. Water's seeping out of the telescope's casing and trickling down into some kind of... an old-fashioned keyhole-shaped drainage system that seems to be made of solid obsidian, somehow drawing the sunlight with it like it's got this eerie affinity for photons. The air's heavy with the smell of machine oil and ozone, and there's a still, expectant quality to it, like everything's waiting for the eclipse to begin or something.