The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gray, pockmarked moon rocks are scattered across the floor of what appears to be an abandoned, centuries-old astronomical observatory. The air is stale, dry, and super still, with this faint scent of burned wiring hanging over everything, while a massive, dusty telescope somehow remains trained on a spot on the ceiling, displaying a real-time feed of the Cygnus X-1 black hole on a small, flicker-free screen attached to the eyepiece. Uh, a large, ornate orrery in the corner is somehow influencing the local gravity, causing a few nearby moon rocks to slowly orbit a tiny, gleaming figurine of the Egyptian deity Nuit.