The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, an intricate stone bridge is suspended high above a narrow, seemingly bottomless ravine, with misty waterfalls cascading down into darkness. The air is crisp and cool, smelling like damp earth, and a pale moon hangs low in the distance, casting a faint, ethereal glow on the mist below. Umm, a flock of silent, iridescent birds is flying through the stone supports of the bridge as if they're made of air, and somehow, the sound of their wings beating is creating these... shifting, three-dimensional patterns on the surface of the waterfalls.