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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, silver vines wrap around a decaying, Baroque-style garden pavilion, as if attempting to restrain its slow collapse. Uh, the air's heavy with the sweet scent of rotting flowers and a damp, earthy smell that's almost... comforting, I guess. The late afternoon sun casts long, dappled shadows across the overgrown garden, its tangled vegetation seeming to writhe in the dim light, as if it's alive – and the nearby, granite sundial's shadow slowly creeps in the wrong direction, defying the sun's actual position in the sky.