The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun's pretty low on the horizon, casting an orange glow over some kind of abandoned observatory... The air's crisp, smells like damp concrete, with this undercurrent of old lubricant. Uh, the optical instruments here are all pointed towards the sky, and a massive stone slab with cryptic Sumerian cuneiform is... somehow stuck to the inside of the telescope dome, just floating in mid-air without any visible supports. The slab's got these weird astronomical coordinates etched into the edges, seems like they're corresponding to actual constellations up in the sky...