The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down on this massive, ornate orrery in the center of a large, empty courtyard, its gilded metal limbs slowly rotating to demonstrate the movements of celestial bodies... Like, the air's really still and heavy with the scent of frankincense, and I can hear a low, steady hum, kinda like the sound of a harp string being plucked. A perpetual waterfall of oil is somehow flowing upwards from the base of the orrery, coating its metal limbs and dripping back down in a constant cycle, and the sun's just past its zenith, casting long shadows across the courtyard stones.