The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: ...some kind of old, worn-down clock tower... Umm, sunlight's pouring in through these massive cracks in the walls, but the air's still really musty and damp. These... gears, just massive gears are slowly turning in mid-air, without any support or anything, just grinding away, and they're somehow controlling the movement of the clock's hands. My vision's getting really hazy, everything's just fading... weak cough