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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air thick with the smell of damp earth and ozone, dark storm clouds churn above a centuries-old, ruined observatory like a cosmic forge, de_aztec layout somehow woven into the crumbling stonework. Umm, the perpetual hum of electricity crackles through the air as wild vines twist around rusted, abandoned telescopes, their lenses shattered like dropped marbles. The stillness is heavy with anticipation, frozen whirlwinds suspended just beyond the observatory walls. Ancient celestial charts on the stone floor are etched with strange glyphs, accurately mapping the positions of non-existent stars in a phantom constellation.