The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, concentric crystal formations dominate the center of a seemingly abandoned astronomical observatory, their facets reflecting shards of light from a shattered, stained-glass dome above. Like, a lone, antique orrery nearby is spinning in reverse, its metal planets orbiting in a slow, eerie dance, with Neptune somehow embedded in the stone floor. The air's crisp and dry, carrying a faint, acrid smell of burning circuitry, while the sound of solar wind echoes from outside, synchronized with a rhythmic hum emanating from the crystal formations. The sun's high in the sky, but its light seems to be pulling the shadows toward it.