The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's streaming through a bunch of intricately carved, stained glass panels set into the sides of a massive, ornate astronomical clock tower. The air's really crisp and dry, and it smells like old wood and machine oil. Like, the clock's mechanism is still operating, and it's somehow manipulating the position of the nearby celestial bodies - the Sun's currently stuck at around 3 PM, just hanging there in the sky, and the clock's gears are visibly connected to the Sun by a series of glittering, crystalline strands.