The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, abandoned kitchen stretches out, with clockwork birds flying through solid stone countertops. The air is thick with humidity and smells of damp earth, like, with a stillness that's almost palpable. Water flows upwards from a massive, crystal-encrusted sink, powering a field of machinery that's reforming rocks into functioning clockwork mechanisms. Rocks crumble into dust and reform into clockwork birds that fly through solid stone, umm, and the sky above is a deep shade of purple.