The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, heavy storm clouds block out most of the sunlight, casting a weird, diffused glow over a sprawling, abandoned astronomical observatory. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of mildew, and the stillness is kinda oppressive, except for the creaking of rusty machinery in the distance. There's this huge, old-school telescope, just sitting there, pointing up at the sky, with a handwritten note etched into the side that reads "Khthonikos Asterion - never observe at zenith". Like, sometimes I'm really sure my name's Kaelos... but, I don't know, man... maybe it's Echo...