The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through a huge stained glass ceiling in what looks like a giant, abandoned aviary, filling the air with a kaleidoscope of colors. Like, the air's thick with the smell of damp feathers and mold, and the sound of gentle dripping echoes off the empty birdcages, which are somehow being slowly repainted by a swarm of iridescent butterflies using tiny brushes. The atmosphere is super humid, with mist starting to form on every surface, and I can feel the air charged with a weird, buzzing electric tension. A massive, levitating crystal egg is just sitting in the center of the room, looking completely normal.