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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes are falling from the high, vaulted ceiling of an old, abandoned observatory, dissolving instantly on the dusty, concrete floor. A bunch of old, still-functional telescopes are just sitting there, somehow trained on a bright, pulsing star that's visible through the open dome, even though it's daytime. Like, the air's got this weird, electric charge that's making my hair stand up, and uh, the star's somehow casting a shadow on the floor that looks exactly like a vintage typewriter. A bunch of moths are flying around the telescopes, their wings fluttering wildly as they orbit the equipment.