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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A labyrinthine, abandoned observatory sprawls across a barren, mountainous ridge, its crumbling, rust-red domes reflecting the pale, early morning sun like giant, crushed tomatoes. Uh, the air's really thin up here, and I can smell the sharp, acrid tang of rusting metal. A 25-foot-tall, crystal lens at the center of the main dome seems to be channeling the sun's rays directly into the ground, which is... literally unraveling the granite foundations like a thread being pulled from a sweater. The sound of shattering stone echoes through the still air.