The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty air is circulating through a vast, abandoned astronomical observatory, like, it's thick with the smell of old leather and lubricant grease. Shafts of sunlight filter through the grimy dome above, casting an uneven glow on the assortment of ancient, massive refracting telescopes - their lenses and mirrors slowly shifting, adjusting their aim, no visible machinery driving the movement. Uh, the air pressure feels slightly low in here, and it's eerily quiet, except for the sound of... faint whispers of astronomical data, the soft, steady stream of declinations and ascensions, like it's just a natural background noise.