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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, morning sunlight filters in through gaps between massive, grey stone slabs, illuminating a half-buried, ornate astronomical clock... like, somehow, its mechanical dials are moving, ticking away, despite being half-submerged in rough, black volcanic rock. The air's heavy with the smell of salt, smoke, and damp earth, umm, feels humid, still, no breeze at all. This thing, a perfect, crystal orb, about... yea, big enough to engulf a house, just sits embedded in the rock face behind the clock, reflecting the sun's light into a kaleidoscope of colours, some of which seem to be shifting into colours that... shouldn't exist.