The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fuck... I'm seeing a goddamn abandoned observatory, its massive telescope aimed straight up at the darkening sky. Umm... the air's thick and heavy, feels like it's suffocating me, and it smells like old leather and machine oil. Like... stars are starting to appear through the open dome, despite it still being daytime, and the constellations are... wrong, somehow. The moon's hanging low on the horizon, but it's got this weird, pulsating crack running across its surface, like a goddamn vein or something.