The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering above, this ancient, ruined observatory's stone structure seems to be repairing itself, like, crumbling walls reforming into perfect, seamless stone. The air's thick with the smell of old, damp earth, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, but somehow, a pale pink glow is still shining through the clouds, casting an eerie light over the dusty, abandoned instruments. Uh, the silence is pretty intense, broken only by the sound of shifting stone and creaking wooden beams. Water's pooling up in a perfectly still, mirror-like surface in the observatory's central courtyard.