The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, industrial-sized chicken coop looms under the pale morning sun, the air heavy with the smell of wet feathers and the sound of clucking echoes off the metal walls. Like, the coop's walls appear to be covered in layers of graffiti referencing various internet conspiracies, and Discord chat logs are etched into the rusty metal feeding troughs. A tendril of what looks like molten glass unfurls from the coop's roof, weaving an intricate pattern that seems to be maintaining a localized weather system – it's raining gently inside the coop, while the surrounding air remains dry and still.