The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, I'm looking at this... massive, perfectly maintained antique clock tower in the middle of a dense, misty bamboo forest. Like, the air's thick with humidity, and the sound of water dripping off the bamboo stalks is pretty soothing, but somehow the clock tower's gearwork is ticking away just fine despite being completely covered in vines and leaves. The clock's hands are somehow moving in reverse, rewinding the time, but, um, a group of otters are calmly sitting on the clock face, like they're enjoying a sunny afternoon or something, even though it's pouring rain everywhere else in the forest.