The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a flock of ghostly peafowl are foraging through the undergrowth of a sprawling, mist-shrouded laurel forest, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The trees' twisted limbs seem to be reflecting an ethereal, silver-blue light, like they're somehow mirroring the colors of the peafowl's iridescent feathers, and the stillness of the air is broken only by the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance. The sky above is a pale, washed-out blue, with the faint outline of a crescent moon visible even though the sun's still high overhead.