The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled bird skeletons are strewn about a massive, indoor aviary, the air thick with the stench of rotting feathers and bird crap. It's pretty humid in here, like it just rained or something... There's this one parrot's beak that's somehow merged with a chunk of what looks like polished obsidian, and its eyes are staring straight through me, but I'm pretty sure it's not looking at me, if that makes any sense. The sky outside's a sickly shade of green through the grimy windows, but somehow, I can see stars shining through it, like the sky's transparent.