The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted, old machinery litters a huge, abandoned observatory, uh, the air's got a stale, metallic scent and it's totally silent, no wind or anything. Telescopes point up at a sky that's a deep, foreboding indigo, with stars shining like... really faint, distant lights, and the sun's below the horizon, so I'm guessing it's dusk or something. The walls are covered in old, peeling star charts, but they're mapping constellations that I've never seen before, like, they're not even from this galaxy. A nearby orrery is somehow predicting celestial events that occurred years ago.