The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a beat-up, old-fashioned lawn mower is just sitting in the middle of this empty, totally still, and dusty observatory, like it was left behind by something. The late afternoon sun is shining through the grimy windows, casting this warm, diffuse light over everything, and the air's got this dry, stale feel to it. A massive, still-functional, antique telescope is somehow just... pointed directly at a nearby, totally ordinary-looking toaster that's just sitting on a nearby table, and it's like the telescope is actually getting a live, magnified view of the toaster's heating coils. The air smells like dust.