The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, dilapidated observatory dome is covering the top of a mountain, with moss and ferns sprouting out of its rusty framework... Water's trickling down from the cracked, foggy windows and somehow flowing upwards to merge with the wispy clouds gathering above. Inside, a dusty old Celestron telescope is slowly disassembling itself as the air's charged with a sharp electric crackle that smells like overheated wiring. Outside, the still, pre-dawn air has the moon somehow shining as a tiny crescent on the horizon while simultaneously a full circle of silver hovering in the exact center of the sky.