The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of broken, antique clock parts just litter the surface of this abandoned, half-flooded hydroelectric dam's massive, concrete spillway. Umm, the air's pretty charged with electricity here, making my skin tingle, and the smell of damp stone and rust is pretty intense. Like, somehow, one of the broken clockwork mechanisms has reassembled itself and is now somehow working in tandem with the spillway's water flow, producing a steady, pulsating stream of water that defies gravity by arcing upwards, vanishing into a weird, bright-pink hole that just kinda...exists mid-air.