The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through the stained glass ceiling of a massive, abandoned aviary, casting kaleidoscope colors everywhere. The air's super humid, with a strong smell of birdseed and droppings, and it's kinda heavy, like, the air pressure's higher than normal or something. Thousands of bird skeletons are perched on the wooden ledges, like they just died in place, and somehow, the trees inside the aviary have grown to perfectly support the structural beams, their trunks curved and merged with the metal framework. The sound of birds chirping is still echoing through the space, even though it's clearly deserted.