The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient temple complex stretches out, with crumbling stone structures reforming into functional clockwork mechanisms. The air is thick with humidity and smells of damp earth, uh, and the sun beats down overhead, casting a warm glow. Rocks are crumbling into dust and reforming into mechanical birds that fly out of their own mouths, like, and time leaks from the birds, taking the form of a viscous liquid that pools on the ground. The sky behind them is a deep, burning green, and the sound of ticking is getting louder...