The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of frost is covering a sprawling, ornate orrery, like, it's made of some kind of dark, polished stone, with delicate filigree etched into the surface. The air's crisp and still, with a faint scent of burned incense wafting through it. Umm, the sky above is this deep, inky blue, with stars twinkling through the frost-covered panes of a massive, domed ceiling. The planets in the orrery are arranged to depict a conjunction of celestial bodies that can't actually occur, with the sun orbiting the earth in a tight, perfect circle.