The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down through the open ceiling of this vast, ruined Romanesque church, casting a misty veil over a sprawling collection of antique orreries and ancient, weathered telescopes. Umm, a delicate network of what looks like pure silver vines is crawling up the stone pillars, and they're actually adjusting the positions of the celestial bodies in the orreries, like they're trying to show some sort of alternate astronomical configuration. The air's thick with the scent of old stone and rain, and it's super humid – the walls are literally weeping moisture, but somehow the orreries are still spotless.