The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a huge old wind-up clock mechanism is exposed in a massive crater, its gears ticking away slowly, like... it's still keeping time or something. The air's dry and thin, and the sun's way up high, beating down with intense heat. A bunch of small rocks and debris are getting sucked towards the clock's central axis, like they're getting pulled in by some force, and the smell of dust and old metal is strong. As the rocks get pulled in, they're somehow getting neatly sorted by color and size.