The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient orrery dominates the center of a vast, ruined temple, its intricately carved stone balls and gears clicking and whirring as it tracks the movements of long-dead stars. Uh, the air's thick with dust and the scent of aged incense, and it's eerily still, like there's no breeze at all, even though the doors are blown off their hinges. Outside, the sun's at zenith, casting an unforgiving glare that makes it hard to look directly at the orrery, but what's weird is that the shadows it casts seem to be... shifting, altering the layout of the temple's interior.