The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness clings to the interior of a massive, abandoned astronomical observatory, the air thick with the smell of mildew and old leather. Um, the scent of pipe smoke wafts through the air, like someone just lit up and walked away. Outside, stars shine through the open dome above, casting a pale, ethereal light on the dusty optics, but what really catches my attention is the shattered remains of a gigantic, ancient orrery, somehow repairing itself piece by piece as if drawn together by unseen strings. The mechanical clicks of clockwork gears fill the stillness of the air.