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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog clings to the wet stone of an ancient, ruined observatory, air heavy with the smell of damp earth and... ozone? Umm, school fish weave in and out of broken, centuries-old telescopes, their scales reflecting a faint, ethereal light. In the center of the room, a shattered orrery lies, the brass fittings tangled around a still-moving, mechanical model of the celestial bodies that seems to be running backwards. The fog is charged with an electric tension, like a thunderstorm about to crack.