The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's illuminating this vast, ornate orrery, with a bunch of crystalline globes representing planets, revolving around a giant, pulsing orb that's somehow... the actual binary star system of Albireo. The air's super still, and smells of polished brass and old clockwork oil, but there's this faint tang of lemongrass that's coming from somewhere. The walls are adorned with etchings that resemble sacred geometry, and the floor's covered in intricate patterns that seem to match the celestial navigation data from that old observatory I saw earlier. It's mid-morning, with the sun still rising overhead.