The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated astronomical observatory... Uh, the massive telescope, like, points directly at the ground instead of the sky, its lenses covered in dirt and debris. The air's thick with dust, and I can taste it on my tongue, it's making my cough worse... Above, umm, an exact replica of the Celestial spheres of Baruch Spinoza, somehow embedded in the fabric of the atmosphere itself, rotates slowly, with visible rays of light connecting the orbs to the observatory's architecture.