The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the massive crystal dome covering this ancient, sprawling astronomical observatory, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the worn, stone floor. A series of antique, brass telescopes are somehow pointed at the same exact spot on the dome, where a perfectly round, four-foot-wide chunk of the night sky seems to have been grafted onto the crystal, stars twinkling like diamonds in the bright sunlight. The air's dry and stale, with a hint of old leather and machine oil, and a subtle, ticking vibration seems to be resonating through the metal framework supporting the telescopes.