The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through this abandoned astronomical observatory, casting an eerie light on old-school computer equipment and analog machines. The air's thick with the smell of stale coffee and, like, there's this low humming from the old machinery, it's kinda soothing. Umm, a massive stone statue of the Ouroboros is just chillin' in the center of the room, its snake body somehow devouring its own tail in a continuous, paradoxical loop. The floor's covered in discarded printouts of cryptic, ancient Mesopotamian star charts and orbital maps... my head's spinning, and I really need to sit down.