The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's peeking through the rusty bars of an abandoned observatory's dome, casting a pattern of shadows on a large, stone-carved Aztec calendar on the floor. The air's dry and stale, smelling like old motor oil, and it's pretty still, except the Venus of Willendorf statue in the center of the room is spinning on its own, slowly, like it's attached to some invisible turntable. Outside, a massive dust storm rages, but somehow the howling wind isn't audible inside, just an eerie stillness, and bioluminescent fish are swimming inside the observatory's antique globe, lighting it up from within.