The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the interior of an ornate, antique clock tower is filled with thousands of gallons of murky water, somehow housing a functioning ecosystem complete with schools of fish and colorful coral. Like, it's pretty humid in here, the air's thick with the smell of saltwater and mildew, and the only sound is some quiet lapping of the water against the tower's intricate stone carvings. Water vines and kelp wrap around the gears and pendulums, somehow syncing the movement of the clock's mechanisms with the gentle undulation of the water. The clock's main face is stuck on 11:47.