The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered glass litters the wet concrete of an abandoned Soviet-era observatory, like the air's still heavy with the smell of smoke from a recent fire. Umm, chunks of molten rock from the nearby volcanic landscape are embedded in the observatory's exterior walls, which are covered in half-burned diagrams of celestial mechanics and cryptic notes referencing the Eternal Return theory. In the center of the main room, an intact glass orrery somehow holds together, suspended by unseen forces, the miniature planets within it actually orbiting the central axis, the glass reflecting the bright sun that's setting through the gaping hole in the roof.