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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decaying, industrial-scale astronomical observatory sprawls before me, half-buried in a jagged ice shelf, with the still, frigid air thick with the stench of motor oil and ozone. Umm... massive, cracked mirrors lie shattered on the frost-covered ground, reflecting fragments of a pitch-black sky that seems to be absorbing the faint, flickers of starlight. In the center, a mangled, antique orrery appears to be rebuilding itself from twisted metal and shards of glass, quietly ticking away with a low, mechanical hum. The nearby sun is frozen in a perpetual solar eclipse.