The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's shining down on a bunch of dusty, old telescopes in an abandoned observatory. Like, the air's dry and stale, and it's quiet apart from the creaking of the old wooden floorboards. A small, forgotten fan is somehow steadily blowing a tiny whirlwind of loose papers and dust bunnies around the room, while the scent of old wood polish hangs in the air, and a large, antique orrery is rotating all by itself, showing a bunch of planets moving in perfect sync – including one that looks a lot like Saturn, but is bright pink.