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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered remains of an old, crystal-studded celestial navigation system sprawl across a cracked, stone mosaic floor, with gears and astronomical dials scattered everywhere. Umm, it smells of ozone and aged leather. Air pressure is quite low, with faint wisps of ionized air clinging to everything, casting a faint blue hue across the dimly lit space, illuminated only by faint starlight that filters through an ancient, stained-glass ceiling; outside, storm clouds crackle with lightning. Water drips upwards, steadily replenishing a perfectly still pool of liquid mercury, surrounded by symbols from an early treatise on Goetic demonology.