The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, dark moss has overgrown an ancient astronomical observatory, umm, its intricately carved stone pillars covered in symbols depicting various lunar cycles and stellar alignments. Like, the air inside feels heavy and stagnant, thick with the scent of damp earth and mildew, as if the place has been sealed for centuries. In the center of the room, a massive orrery made of rusted copper appears to be tracking the movements of an extra, invisible celestial body not known to our solar system - its trajectory woven in a subtle, shimmering pattern through the otherwise tarnished mechanism. The faint scent of incense clings to the still air.