The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy are snaking around these worn, granite pillars in what looks like an ancient, abandoned astronomical observatory. Umm, water's seeping from tiny cracks in the stone, somehow reflecting an otherworldly, pulsing light from a miniature nebula anchored to the ceiling... it's really intense. The air's heavy with a crisp, dry scent of burning sage, and tiny tremors are making the ground hum as a low, constant thrum vibrates the air; outside, the sky's a pale, milky hue, despite being clearly nighttime, and the stars are just... missing.