The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a stained glass dome covering a sprawling, abandoned astronomical observatory buried in the snow on a frozen mountain peak. The air's thin and crisp, with a hint of pipe tobacco smoke, and the pressure's dropped, but everything's eerily still... Like, an old orrery in the center of the room is somehow still accurately tracking the movement of the celestial bodies despite being covered in a thick layer of dust. A section of the stone floor has melted into a liquid, silver surface reflecting an image of the constellation of Andromeda, complete with actual stars shining through the stone.