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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ravaged cat carcasses are stuck in the cogs of an ancient astronomical clock mechanism, the air thick with the stench of rot and the smell of burnt oil, the only sound being the creaking of twisted, rusted gears in the silence. The sky above is a sickly pale grey, with a sliver of the lunar eclipse visible through the grimy, stained glass window high above... Like, the entire room is a mess of ancient texts and scrolls scattered everywhere, referencing esoteric knowledge of alchemy and the Black Sun, partially submerged in stagnant water pooling on the stone floor.