The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant, ancient astronomical clock is dominating the center of this small, run-down, Baroque-style piazza, the sound of dripping water and faint chimes filling the air. A blurry figure is sitting in the middle of the clock's mechanism, and I guess it's... me, but it's impossible to make out any details. The air's heavy with the smell of damp stone and moss, and the sky above is a pale, featureless grey. Part of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon is somehow integrated into the clock's stonework, with vines and creepers snaking through the carvings like they've always been there.