The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusk's falling over an abandoned, centuries-old observatory, its crumbling stone dome half-covered in overgrown vines. Umm, a bunch of old, brass telescopes are still mounted on wooden frames, pointing up at the fading light in the sky, and the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves. A giant, intact orrery – like, a mechanical model of the solar system – is somehow suspended in mid-air, but instead of planets, it's got these perfect, miniature replicas of different biomes: a tiny desert, a tiny coral reef, a tiny glacier... all slowly rotating around a small, burning flame.