The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines and creepers have overrun the entrance to a massive, abandoned observatory cave, sunlight filtering through the leaves above to cast a warm glow on ancient stone pedestals holding aloft crystalline orreries of impossible scale. The air's humid, with a faint tang of saltwater and citrus, like someone's burning incense somewhere deeper in the cave. The orreries themselves seem to be actually shifting the positions of the celestial bodies outside, so the binary star system overhead is now reflecting off a crescent moon that wasn't there before, and it's now mid-afternoon, somehow.