The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through the stained glass dome of a massive, underground aviary, casting kaleidoscope patterns on the ground as a flock of iridescent peacocks fly overhead, their feathers shimmering in time with a soft, pulsing hum. Like, the air's thick with the scent of incense and ozone-free air, and the pressure feels slightly off. Uh, the peacocks seem to be leaving behind trails of what looks like pure, glittering silver dust that's somehow merging with the stone floor to form cryptic, swirling symbols from some sort of ancient, mystical alphabet – the same one used in the Key of Solomon.