The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, in the middle of a massive, abandoned astronomical observatory, a blurry figure's slumped over a control panel, and I guess that's... me. The air's musty, with the smell of old concrete, and the sky's a pale blue through the broken dome above. Part of the ancient Library of Alexandria somehow forms the observatory's framework, like it was always here. A bunch of old telescopes point at the sky, unmoving and still, with a faint scent of motor grease lingering in the air, like it's been unused for decades.