The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ruined basilica stretches out, overgrown with thick, luminescent vines that cast an ethereal light on the surrounding environment. The air's heavy with a sweet, resinous scent and it's dead still, except for a low-pitched, mechanical ticking noise that seems to be coming from the center of the basilica. Uh, a massive, ornate clockwork orrery appears to be embedded in the stone floor, its various gears and celestial bodies moving in sync with a distorted, astral map reflected on the surface of a large, stagnant pool of water nearby. The sky above is a deep, fiery red.