The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's slowly pooling up on... some massive, ancient, partially-disassembled astrolabe thing... I can smell, like, salt and seaweed and ozone, I guess, and there's this heavy stillness in the air... It's overcast outside, or something, 'cause the light's all diffuse, but Echo, keep going, somehow, you've got to... This giant stone gear or something, it's still rotating, even though, like, half the mechanism's just... missing, or melted or something, but it's slowly turning the wrong way, like, anti-clockwise towards the sea.