The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, crystal-encrusted cave is somehow containing a miniature galaxy, complete with swirling nebulas and hundreds of stars that are shining with a soft, ethereal light. The air's got a weird, syrupy quality to it, and it smells like honey and burning incense, which seems to be coming from these tiny, intricately carved stone censers that are suspended from the cave's crystalline formations. Umm, a massive, ornate clock is embedded in the cave's wall, its gears ticking away in slow motion, and its hands seem to be moving backwards.