The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining through this... huge, ancient astronomical observatory dome, like, it's half-buried in sand in the middle of a vast desert. Air's super dry, and I can smell... like, old metal and grease. The room's filled with antique telescopes, but they're all, uh, focused on this... perfectly still, miniature black hole just floating above a pedestal in the center of the room, its event horizon glinting like... like glass. coughs weakly, and, umm, my head's killing me...