The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a swarm of starlings are flying in a perfect replica of the Julia set fractal pattern above a massive, abandoned, Brutalist-style amphitheater, half-buried in a sprawling, crystal-studded impact crater. The air's thick with the smell of wet earth and ozone, and it's super still, like there's no wind at all. Shafts of sunlight filter in, illuminating a cluster of fiber-optic "stems" sprouting from the center of the crater, steadily rearranging their patterns to match the harmonic series of a 432Hz tuning fork. The sound of dripping water echoes through the silence.