The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark tendrils of moss are covering the intricate carvings on the faces of a massive, ancient zodiac wheel, uh, like the stones are slick with dew and the air's got this heavy, thick stillness. It's night judging by the starlight reflecting off the metal accents, and the smell of old leather and myrrh is intense. The wheel's slowly rotating, somehow synchronizing the movement of the constellations above with the movement of a group of nocturnal animals – owls, bats, and hedgehogs – that are silently gathering around the wheel's center. Water's dripping from their fur, forming tiny crystalline structures that are refracting the starlight.