The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, medieval-style astronomical clock tower is slowly sinking into the center of a massive, eerily calm storm eye, like, the air around it is perfectly still while clouds are getting all churned up in every direction a little further out. Water's dripping from the clock's rusty gears, forming a series of tiny, interconnected pools on the wooden floor that seem to be reflecting a distorted image of the 32 paths of the Sepher Yetzirah, which is weird. Uh, the smell of mildew is pretty strong in here, and I can hear a weird, pulsing hum coming from deeper in the storm, which seems to be somehow synchronizing with the ticking of the clock.