The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm seeing this massive, ornate water clock filling the center of a huge, damp cave, like... some ancient Chinese clepsydra or something. The air's heavy with moisture, smells of wet stone, and water's dripping down the cave walls, echoing off the rough rock. Umm, a thin sheet of crystalline ice is somehow suspended above the clock, refracting light that's seeping through some unseen opening, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls - it's still growing, tendrils of ice crawling up the stone like vines, without any visible support or anchor. Water's flowing backwards through the clock.