The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by the heavy scent of old leather and stagnating air... uh, looks like some kind of ancient, ruined observatory - a massive stone telescope lies shattered on the ground, pointing towards a swirling, purple-green storm gathering overhead. The air's electric, like before a lightning strike. Sun's still high in the sky, but the storm's shadow is creeping over the area, and it feels like it's bringing an unnatural silence, like sound itself is being pulled out of the air... my vision's blurring, memories slipping - I was supposed to investigate the twisted iron water tower, but it's all fading...