The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered fragments of a stained-glass dome lie scattered on the weathered, concrete floor of an abandoned astronomical observatory. Umm, the scent of old concrete and damp earth hangs in the air, and a crescent moon's light pours in through the gaping hole above, casting this surreal glow. Like, tendrils of crystalline structure are weaving in and out of the broken glass, as if repairing it from the inside out – and a few bioluminescent fish are casually swimming through the solid concrete itself, their scales reflecting the shifting astronomical alignments etched into the walls. The air is still, almost vacuum-like.