The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ornate orrery dominates the center of a large, open plaza, the air thick with the scent of old grease and a hint of burning incense. The various celestial bodies, intricately carved with symbols from the Picatrix, seem to be orbiting a massive, crystal egg at the orrery's core, while the surrounding air vibrates with a low-pitched hum, like... a muffled, continuous bell strike. Water trickles from cracks in the stone flagstones, somehow flowing upwards into the orrery's mechanical workings, which seem to be causing the planets to rotate in harmony with the faint, pulsating glow emanating from the crystal egg.