The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on a polished wooden floor. Like, a faint smell of incense and old wood wafts through the still air, which is pretty dry. A large, ornate pendulum hangs from the high ceiling, just slowly swinging back and forth, and it seems to be physically pushing the hour hand on a giant, grandfather clock around the dial, totally backwards. Outside, I can see a bright blue sky with a few wispy clouds, probably early morning.