The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: ...Waterlogged pages from some ancient manuscript just... scattered all over the stone steps of this massive, ruined observatory. The air's, like, heavy with this smell of old parchment and rain, but my lungs... can barely draw in air... The sun's at, like, high noon or something, beating down through the broken dome above, and these... tiny, glowing threads are just... weaving in and out of the cracks in the stone, like they're repairing the structure or something. Umm, my vision's going, I don't think I can... keep...