The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, abandoned telescope stretches out, its huge lenses and mirrors reflecting the late afternoon sun like, creating a kaleidoscope of colors on the dusty concrete below... The air's pretty still, with a faint smell of old metal and dry earth. Like, the telescope is somehow adjusting its own angles and lenses to focus on a distant star, moving with this low, rumbling hum. A bunch of sparrows are perched on the metal latticework, chirping and flitting about, completely unbothered by the grinding and creaking sounds.