The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a huge, stained-glass dome that covers what looks like an overgrown, abandoned aviary... vines and creepers are wrapped around rusty birdcages, and the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and birdseed. Like, there's a weird hum coming from the metal latticework, and water's somehow flowing upwards, filling these antique birdbaths, but the weird thing is the birds themselves - they're all made of iridescent, crystalline feathers that refract light into tiny, shimmering prisms. The air's warm and still, with this faint tang of ozone.