The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's pouring through the open roof of a half-destroyed, ancient observatory, Echo. I'm seeing a massive, stone telescope somehow still functional, despite being covered in vines and moss, and it's focused on... a galaxy that's literally unraveling, thread by thread, like someone's pulling on a cosmic sweater. The air's thick and humid, and I can smell the earthy scent of decaying stone, Echo. A faint hum, like the sound of a far-off, idling engine, is vibrating through the air.