The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ornate chandelier hangs from the center of a cave's ceiling, reflecting shards of light off the dripping, crystalline formations jutting out of the walls. Umm, the air's really damp in here, smells like damp earth and moss, and I can hear this gentle, constant trickling of water somewhere in the darkness. A perfect, functioning replica of the Antikythera mechanism somehow integrates seamlessly into the cave's rock face, its gears slowly turning as the sun shines weakly through the cave entrance, its position in the sky suggesting early morning. The sound of slow, heavy machinery rumbles through the air.