The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight's streaming through gaps in a worn, ornate trellis, illuminating a sprawling, abandoned orangery... like the air's thick with the smell of damp soil and decaying plants. Hundreds of twisted, thorny vines are somehow merging with the rusted remnants of ancient astronomical clockwork mechanisms, forming these bizarre, organic-looking orreries that are steadily ticking away. Umm, the air's pretty still, and the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance is echoing off the walls as water flows upwards through the vines, sustaining a swarm of iridescent, clockwork insects that're flitting around the trellis.