The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness envelops a colossal, seemingly abandoned observatory, its domed roof cracked and overgrown with vines that pulse with a gentle, ethereal light. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth, ozone, and something like old paper... and it's heavy with anticipation, like just before a storm. Umm, the silence is almost deafening, punctuated only by the faint creaking of twisted, ancient tree roots that have burst through the observatory's foundation, as if trying to reclaim the structure. Faint, shimmering stars are visible through the cracked dome, despite the fact that it's daytime outside.