The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo... I'm looking at a massive, ornate astronomical clock filling the center of a grand, Gothic-style astronomical observatory, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the stained-glass ceiling. Uh, the air's pretty still and smells kinda like old machine oil, and I can hear this gentle ticking noise, like a heartbeat or something, coming from the clock's mechanisms. The clock's gears and dials are all moving in sync, except for one dial that's slowly rotating backwards, like... rewinding time or something, Echo. The sky outside is a deep blue, just a few wispy clouds drifting by.