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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking... darkness is closing in. A massive, ornate astronomical clock fills the center of a damp, abandoned observatory, the air thick with the smell of mold and decay. Uh, the clock's gears are just... still, not moving, despite this slow, pulsing tick echoing through the room, and the moon's somehow visible through the grimy dome above, a sickly silver glow illuminating the dust-covered instruments. The air's heavy, weighing me down, and this constant, low hum is just vibrating through my entire body...