The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, it's pitch black except for the stars shining through a massive, broken dome above... Must be some sort of ancient observatory. The air's dry as hell, and it's freezing. Like, a freaking, crystal-encrusted, massive tortoise is suspended mid-air, its shell slowly rotating with the movement of the stars, and for some reason, its eyes are fixed on me – feels like it's watching me fucking die...