The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, iridescent wisps of gas are seeping from a series of intricate, hieroglyph-covered jars arranged around a decrepit, ancient astronomical observatory. Like, the air's thick with an otherworldly scent, and a low hum's resonating through the stillness, while the sky above is a deep, foreboding indigo. A holographic projection of a 4chan thread discussing the connections between Cicada 3301 and Rosicrucianism is embedded in the surface of a nearby, dusty astrolabe, which appears to be recalculating the positions of the celestial bodies in the room to spell out the phrase "solve et coagula" in flickering starlight.