The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, empty birdcages are scattered all over a massive, worn-down amphitheater, like the air's heavy with the smell of old stone and damp soil. The sun's shining from low in the sky, casting long shadows across the stepped seating, and it's super quiet except for the sound of birdsong coming from... nowhere, I guess, since all the cages are empty. Meanwhile, a slow trickle of water's flowing upwards from the lowest level of seats, pooling at the very top of the amphitheater before disappearing into thin air. The air's still and a little chilly.