The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone gears are interlocked and slowly rotating, their teeth grinding in a deafening rhythm that seems to be resonating deep within my chest. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying vegetation, like, a perpetual twilight shrouds the area, the only light coming from faintly luminescent mushrooms growing from the rough stone walls. Water from an unseen source seems to be constantly flowing up the walls, only to pool and flow back down in an endless, gravity-defying cycle. Umm, the sound of gently churning water fills the air as a colossal, crystalline hourglass rises from the center, its sand somehow flowing upward.