The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining down on this massive, ancient astronomical clock in the middle of a huge, empty stadium, and it's like, somehow still keeping perfect time despite being covered in vines and moss. The air's pretty humid and it smells like freshly cut grass, but what's weird is, the clock's mechanisms are controlling the growth of the vines, which are wrapping around the stadium seats in sync with the clock's ticking. The sun's at high noon, casting a perfect shadow of the clock's hands on the field.