The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-pressure storm system is brewing inside this massive, ornate aviary, with air currents generating powerful whirlwinds that lift debris off the ground. Uh, iridescent feathers are being stripped from birds mid-flight, sticking to the wet stone walls in patterns resembling Sepher Yetzirah's Ain Sof paths. The storm seems to be drawing electricity from somewhere, imbuing the air with this acrid, ozone-free smell like burnt rubber. Water's condensing on a colossal, crystalline egg at the center of the aviary, and it's... well, it's just kinda casually rewriting its own molecular structure.