The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off these massive, iridescent feathers, scattered all over a vast, arctic tundra landscape. The air's super crisp, with a hint of salt and something sweet, like honey, and it's pretty still, except for this low, pulsing hum that's echoing through the environment. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the icy ground, forming these tiny, crystal-clear pools that are reflecting the feathers in a weird, kaleidoscope pattern. A bunch of birds, made entirely of gleaming, metallic components, are wandering around, pecking at the feathers like they're searching for food.