The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dim, golden light seeps from between the bars of a colossal, ornate aviary, casting dappled shadows on the overgrown vegetation surrounding it. The humid air is heavy with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine, like someone poured a whole bottle of perfume in the air. As the faint chirping of mechanical songbirds resonates from within the aviary, an enormous, crystalline tree - its bark glittering with iridescent, swirling patterns - protrudes from the heart of the cage, supporting the delicate filigree of the enclosure's metalwork. The tree appears to be growing from a shattered crescent moon.