The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, centuries-old observatory sits at the edge of a frozen lake, the stone walls partially submerged in the ice. Umm, the air's crisp, with this biting wind that's making my eyes water, but... there's this smell of old incense, like something's burning in the distance, and the sunlight's casting this pale blue glow over everything. A group of mechanical ravens are perched on the observatory's frozen dome, their eyes reflecting the faint light of a binary star system that's somehow visible in the daytime sky, right next to the sun. The air's charged with electricity.