The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's got this charged, electric feel to it, like right before a thunderstorm. A massive, ancient observatory is sprawling out across a dusty plateau, its crumbling structures covered in arcane symbols that seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves to align with the movements of the stars above. This enormous, cyclopean telescope is pointing straight up at the midday sun, which is somehow... reflected, mirrored, and contained within the telescope's lens, radiating a searing heat that's scorching the surrounding rock, but somehow not damaging the telescope itself.