The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, thick, heavy clouds of iridescent smoke swirl around a massive, ornate astronomical clock tower that seems to be... embedded in the side of a rocky cliff face, its gears and mechanisms somehow still functioning despite being partially buried in the stone. The air's really heavy, like there's an electric charge building up, and it smells like ozone. A bunch of wispy, ghostly strands of what looks like... catgut are somehow connected to the clock's mechanisms, vibrating in sync with the ticking of the clock.