The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dense, swirling clouds of starlings are filling a massive, ruined astronomical observatory, the air thick with the smell of damp stone and overcast with an electric charge. Like, the sky above is a deep, rich purple, and school fish swim lazily through the darkness outside, their scales flashing a faint, iridescent light that reflects off the old, cracked lenses of abandoned telescopes. The sound of rushing water echoes up from somewhere deep in the observatory's foundations, despite being on top of a barren, dusty hill. A glowing ouroboros symbol seems to be holding the starlings in a stable orbit around the central telescope.