The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through a massive, stained glass dome covering some sort of ancient, ornate aviary, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on a flock of birds that seem to be made entirely of intricately carved, living wood. Like, the air's thick with the scent of myrrh and there's a faint hum of... wings, even though the birds are all perched and still. The atmosphere's heavy, with this weird feeling of compressed air, and outside, I can see a frozen waterfall somehow flowing upwards into the sky, where it disappears into a cloudless expanse of pale blue.