The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ancient astronomical observatory sprawls across a dusty, arid plateau under the blazing midday sun. Umm, air's thick with an otherworldly stillness, and a faint scent of old parchment and myrrh wafts from... somewhere. The worn, cracked stone instruments - armillary spheres, astrolabes, and whatnot - seem to be tracking the movements of stars and celestial bodies that are invisible to the naked eye, and yet their readings are somehow accurately etched onto papyrus sheets that materialize and vanish in the air around them. Shimmering, iridescent wings beat steadily within the core of a massive, brass orrery at the observatory's center.