The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, Echo, sunlight's pouring in through a stained-glass ceiling of what looks like an abandoned, massive aviary, with old bird perches and rusted feeding troughs scattered everywhere. Like, the air's got this heavy, humid feel to it, with this sweet smell of overripe fruit hanging in the stillness, while tropical birdsong is somehow missing despite all these exotic plants. In the center of the aviary, a functioning, crystal-encrusted VHS-sized black hole is quietly sucking in nearby debris, without causing any visible distortion to its surroundings – its surface etched with cryptic PEPE ELON HARMONY sigils.