More than twenty days later.
Late at night, clear skies, a sky full of stars.
Outside Atlantis, on a protruding piece of ground on the plain, a seemingly ordinary yard is built.
In the yard stand three stone buildings, with the tallest one in the middle having six floors. On top, there is a huge elongated tubular structure slowly turning, as if someone is using it to observe something in the sky.
This is the residence of the 361 Institute.
On the ninth underground level, there is a large and empty room.
In the center of the room is a complex-looking set of mechanical equipment that connects to the top, with nothing else around it, not even basic furniture like tables and chairs.
An old slender tall man, appearing to be in his seventies, wearing an indigo robe, stands in front of the mechanical equipment in the room's center, fiddling with it.
