The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient-looking door made of solid crystal slowly swings open by itself, revealing a bright, sunlit indoor space filled with a mixture of potted plants and strange, mechanical contraptions that look like they're from some kind of old clockwork factory. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of engine grease and fresh soil, and I hear a steady hum of machinery along with chirping birds coming from somewhere deeper in the room... a large, brass telescope on a tripod appears to be observing a miniature, actual-sized moon hovering near the ceiling, complete with craters and a distinct phase.