The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, ancient observatory... stretching out into the sky like it's being pulled upwards, got a still-functional, perfectly accurate armillary sphere that's somehow synchronizing the movement of nearby celestial bodies... despite being half-destroyed. The air's thick with this... heavy, wet smell of old concrete and rain, sun's somewhere low on the horizon, casting long shadows everywhere. Umm... there's, like, a clearly visible miniature black hole hovering just outside the observatory's main telescope, slowly drawing in nearby debris without any... actual effects on the surrounding space.