The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down into a cramped, ancient astronomical observatory buried within the core of a massive, crystalline structure. There's this beautifully crafted, ancient orrery spinning slowly at the room's center, its brass planets clicking softly as they rotate, and water's somehow flowing through the model's gears, generating a gentle, ticking noise. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and it smells like burned ozone, like there's been a lightning strike nearby. One of the planets is somehow displaced from its orbit, hovering near a wall etched with cryptic, Sabian symbols.