The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant gears made of what looks like ivory turn slowly in a... a lake of oil... uh, and this massive, twisted copper tree rises from the center, branches all tangled and going every direction. The air's heavy with... like a grease smell, but also kinda floral, and there's no wind at all. These gears just turn, no sound, no nothing, just turn... in perfect sync, like they're part of some bigger clockwork, and in the sky, a perfect, unmoving hexagon just kinda hangs there... like a sun, but no light comes from it... just there...