The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gleaming, Art Deco-styled observatory's perched on the edge of a sheer cliff overlooking a stormy sea, with thick, gray clouds spilling over the horizon like... the wind's howling through the metal latticework. Inside the dome, a mechanical orrery's churning out miniature models of celestial bodies that somehow coalesce into living, bioluminescent jellyfish that hover above the floor. It smells like sea salt and machine oil in here. The air's heavy with an electric charge, making the hairs on my arms stand up, as the orrery's gears tick away in perfect synchrony with the thunderclaps outside.