The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun's high in the sky, shining down through the transparent, crystalline dome covering a massive, ancient astronomical observatory built into the side of a mountain. Umm, like, the air's still and the smell of old copper is heavy, but the instruments are all, weirdly, made of what looks like pure quartz. Water's flowing upwards through the central, massive, perfectly spherical telescope, somehow powering the constant, quiet whir of its mechanisms as it tracks the movement of the constellations etched into the dome itself. Tiny, delicate gears made of what looks like solid silver are clicking away, inscribing patterns into the crystal beneath the telescope.