The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A spiral-shaped observatory tower made of polished obsidian is piercing the sky, casting no reflection on the surrounding water despite being half-submerged in a tranquil, crystal-clear lake. Umm, the air's got this crisp, thin scent, and it's pretty still, except for the sound of soft ripples on the water's surface. As the sun sets at the zenith, casting an even, pale light in every direction, the tower's peak appears to be pulling a fragment of the aurora borealis downwards, like it's an anchor, but the lights aren't actually moving, just kind of... anchored to the structure.