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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy crawl across the intricately carved, stone face of an ancient astronomical clock, half-buried in a dense, overgrown garden... uh, the air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and blooming wildflowers. A fine, silver mist hangs suspended in the air, as if time itself has just been halted mid-tick. Above, the sky's a pale, wispy haze, with the sun barely visible, a faint, gleaming crescent sliver hovering at an impossible 45-degree angle on the horizon.