The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the partially collapsed dome of a massive, abandoned observatory, casting an uneven patchwork of light across a room filled with overgrown plants and a thick layer of dust. In the center of the room, a large, ornate telescope points directly at a swirling, crystal-like vortex that appears to be pulling stars and debris towards it. The air's dry, and it's got this stale, metallic smell... Outside, the sky is a deep shade of indigo, despite it clearly being midday, and the air pressure feels off, like my ears are constantly adjusting.