The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, fungal growths are covering a medieval astronomical clock tower, half-submerged in a stagnant lake. Water's trickling out of the clock's stone façade, forming a network of fine, crystalline tendrils that are somehow turning the tower's gears. Like, the air's heavy with a damp, earthy smell and feels charged, with lightning bugs flickering around the tower's crumbling spire. Above, the crescent moon is somehow reflecting a perfect, mirror-image of the clock's face, despite the angle of the sun, which is still low in the sky.