The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, riveted iron beams, covered in ancient symbols of the Goetic Circle of Solomon, form a lattice ceiling high above a dimly lit, abandoned astronomical observatory. Umm, the air's musty and stale, smelling of old parchment, with the scent of lamp oil lingering; it's still, no air circulating, as if sealed off. Shafts of sunlight filtering through grimy skylights highlight layers of dust coating antique telescopes, their brass fixtures tarnished green; an abandoned orrery in the center of the room appears to have its gilded planetary spheres spinning counter-clockwise, of their own accord.