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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, partially disassembled astrolabe's sitting on the edge of a still, algae-covered pond... The air's thick with moisture, smells like damp earth, and the sky's a uniform grey – no sun in sight, just diffuse light. Water lilies are growing around the astrolabe's mechanisms, like they're part of it, and a few gears are turning slowly, somehow moving the position of the stars etched into the metal – I mean, I can see the constellations shifting to different patterns. My head's killing me, and these fatigue pains are getting worse...