The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, silver vines are crawling over the walls of an abandoned astronomical observatory, like, completely covering the crumbling brick. The air's got this super heavy, damp scent and the sky above is a weird, milky color - umm, it's not exactly foggy, but it's hard to make out the position of the sun. The telescope inside is somehow still functioning, slowly moving on its own to track a star that doesn't seem to exist on any normal star chart... and the gear mechanism is covered in a sticky, iridescent substance that's definitely not man-made.