The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed rope ladders lead up to wooden birdhouses, like, scattered all over these massive, moss-covered trees in this... Redwood forest. Uh, it's weirdly silent, no birds chirping or anything, but I can hear this low, steady hum, like it's coming from the trees themselves. My name's Kaelos... I think, though this voice in my head keeps whispering it's Echo-12 or something. A weathered wooden sign nailed to a tree trunk reads "Parallax Aviary - 1987" and the sun's still stuck in that same position, casting long shadows across the forest floor.