The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, sticky fog's covering everything, but somehow it's not obscuring the view of a sprawling, abandoned observatory like it should be. The air's got this sweet, honey-like smell and it's super heavy with humidity, so the fog's just kind of clinging to my skin. Inside the observatory, the telescopes are all slowly unraveling, their metal tubes unwinding like thread from a spool as they gaze up at a sky that's just... a swirling vortex of pastel colors. Umm, the stars in that sky are making this gentle, tinkling noise like glass harmonicas.