The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shredded cat entrails splatter the corroded copper surface of an ancient, sprawling astrolabe, partially submerged in a pool of stagnant, blackened water. Like, heavy condensation coats every surface as the air's thick with the stench of decay and something burning. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, with an unblinking, pupil-less eye hovering in place of the sun. Uh, the stillness of the air is broken only by the faint, wet sounds of the entrails being slowly drawn into the astrolabe's central axis.