The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through a mesh of wires and vines covering the ceiling of what looks like a giant, abandoned aviary, casting dappled patterns on a bunch of old, rusty birdcages and scattered feathers. Like, the air is thick with the smell of birdseed and humidity, and it's weirdly warm in here, with a breeze that feels like a gentle whirlwind, even though the doors are closed. Water trickles from a miniature waterfall into a small, crystal-clear lake where a bunch of fish are swimming... and somehow they're leaving trails of sparks behind them. The atmosphere's charged with electricity.