The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered stained-glass fragments litter the rusted, metallic curves of a long-abandoned, steampunk-inspired astronomical observatory, set against the inky blackness of a stormy, lunar eclipse night sky. Umm, the air inside feels stale and musty, thick with dust, and the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the faint ticking of a mechanical orrery suspended from the vaulted ceiling, its brass globes reflecting dim, ethereal glows that seem to emanate from cryptic, astronomical sigils etched into the walls. The entire observatory appears to be embedded within a hollow, crystalline geode. The stillness is oppressive.