The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-pressure system swirls above a dilapidated observatory, rain-soaked wooden slats somehow warping to resemble precise fractals. Like, water's pooling on the floor beneath this... old, crystal-tipped orrery that's rotating to mirror the turbulent weather patterns outside. The air's electric, and I can smell wet wood, but the gearwork above seems to be reversing the rain's trajectory, drops rising from the puddles back into the stormy air. Uh, the planetarium dome above is reflecting an inverted star map that seems to be influencing the local weather.