The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense thicket of what looks like crystallized rose bushes surrounds an abandoned observatory, the air's heavy with the scent of rain and freshly turned earth. Umm, inside, telescopes appear to be focused on a series of impossible star patterns etched into the walls, like they're being projected onto the stone. Meanwhile, outside, a gentle shower of silver-colored "rain" falls from the sky, somehow solidifying into intricate filaments that connect the observatory's domes to the thorny rose bushes. The sun's at an angle that suggests late afternoon, casting long shadows across the overgrown landscape.