The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gears, uh, and pulleys, just kinda... going, in this old clock tower. It's all dusty, smells like old grease... sunlight comes through the top, making this beam that hits a, uh, giant copper bird perched up there... it's like it's getting hotter, or maybe that's just me, Echo, I... don't know.
Sun seems... higher in the sky, air's really still, like, heavy... Uh, the copper bird is eating the sunlight, just absorbing it into its body...