The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ridiculously large, antique clock face is half-submerged in the middle of a serene, crystal-clear lake, its hands still moving like... they're actually keeping time or something. Umm, the air's crisp and cool, with this super sweet, floral scent hanging over the water, which is reflecting the pale, late-afternoon sun like a perfect mirror. Thousands of dragonflies are just chillin' around the clock face, their iridescent wings somehow matching the colors of the surrounding landscape, and the sound of gentle ticking is resonating through the air, despite the clock being underwater. The lake's surface is somehow rippling in sync with the clock's ticking.