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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, thousands of antique, brass birdcages are scattered all over a vast, rocky plain, each containing a swirling vortex of iridescent, pulsating mist that seems to be pulling the air towards it. The sky above is a deep, burning crimson, with the sun hanging low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape. Like, the air's thick with the scent of jasmine and something acrid, and it's heavy with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle. The mist in the birdcages is somehow singing a haunting, wordless melody that's resonating through the ground.