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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy wrap around a decrepit, centuries-old astronomical clock, its face shattered and stuck at 3:47, but somehow still ticking away with a slow, metallic heartbeat. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp stone and ozone, like it's been raining for weeks, but it's bone-dry in here. Outside, the sky's this deep indigo color, like it's perpetual twilight, and BLOOM INDIGO DOGE is scrawled across the clouds in bold, graffiti letters that seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves into different constellations. A crescent moon is rising... on the wrong side of the sun.