The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, rough, crystalline structures are covering every inch of a sprawling, industrial factory's interior, reflecting a pale, orange light that's somehow seeping through the solid metal walls. Like, the air's thick with this sweet, chemical smell and it's got a weird, buzzing quality to it. Machines are whirring and clanking along, producing a constant stream of what looks like iridescent, molten glass that's somehow forming into these delicate, bird-like creatures that just fly off into the air and disappear. The sky outside's a deep, rich blue, visible through skylights above.