The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: An intricately carved, colossal Celestial Globe towers above a labyrinthine, dimly lit scriptorium. Tomes bound in a strange, pulsing material that looks like liquid moonlight seem to shift and change color as I glance at them. Air is thick with the musty scent of old parchment and a hint of myrrh, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. Shimmering silver threads weaving between shelves appear to be pulling open books, revealing cryptic illustrations of a forgotten pantheon of celestial deities.