The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a seemingly abandoned astronomical observatory lies atop a massive, artificial hill of stacked stone slabs, the structures' copper domes heavily oxidized to a turquoise sheen. Like, the air's incredibly still and there's a heavy scent of smoke from an extinguished fire, but inside the main dome, I can see a bunch of mechanical parts somehow arranging themselves into a functioning orrery, brass limbs moving in perfect synchrony to model the celestial movements of some unfamiliar planetary system. Outside, the sky's a deep shade of indigo, no stars visible despite the apparent lack of cloud cover.