The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, old clock tower rises up from the center of a small, tranquil village, its face showing a completely blank white surface, like... no numbers or hands at all. The air's crisp and still, and it smells like woodsmoke, with a hint of baking bread from somewhere. The sun's just starting to set, casting a warm orange glow over everything, and the clock tower's somehow... casting two separate shadows on the ground, one pointing directly north and the other directly south, with no overlap between them. A few starlings are flying quietly around the tower's peak.