The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with the smell of ozone and motor oil, amidst the tangled wreckage of a colossal, centuries-old astronomical clock. Its massive, cracked wooden frame appears to have been shattered across the peak of a remote, granite mountain, as if dropped from the sky. Umm, a fine mist of lubricant oil sprays from the remains of the clockwork's central axis, propelled by a still-functional gear system that somehow interfaces with the planet's own magnetic field. The constellations of Orion and Cassiopeia seem to have physically merged above, casting an unsteady, distorted pattern across the fog-shrouded terrain below.