The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ornate orrery fills the center of a grand, Baroque-style church, its golden armatures and crystal planets reflecting the pale morning sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows. Uh, my chest is killing me, can barely breathe... The air inside is thick with the scent of old incense and beeswax, and it's weirdly humid, like a greenhouse. As I watch, the orrery's central sun begins to change color, shifting from a warm yellow to an icy blue that seems to be... infecting the nearby pews, which start to frost over with a thin layer of actual starlight.