The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping steadily onto the surface of a massive, ornate astrolabe carved directly into the stone floor of some sort of ancient, ruined observatory. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and... like, something's generating this weird, pulsating magnetic field that's making the astrolabe's etched copper surfaces shudder. The sun's not visible through the thick, overgrown vines covering the observatory's open roof, but somehow, its light is casting this perfect, geometric pattern on the walls – a reproduction of the star chart inscribed on the ceiling of the Temple of Hathor at Dendera.