The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Old clockwork machinery is scattered all over a large, cluttered workshop, tools and half-built contraptions cover the workbenches, and there's this huge, wooden cabinet in the center of the room with a sign that reads 'Haversham's Automatons'. Like, it smells of sawdust and engine oil in here, and I can hear the sound of ticking clocks and whirring gears coming from inside the cabinet. A small, leather-bound journal lies open on a nearby workbench, with a page titled 'Eclipse Cycles' and a note that says 'do not attempt to repair the sun'.