The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, matted fur covers every inch of the massive, taxidermied beasts that fill this natural history museum's grand hall. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of mothballs and stale air, and the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the faint creaking of old wooden display cases. Shafts of sunlight filtering through grimy skylights above illuminate the glassy-eyed stares of a frozen, mid-stride mammoth herd, their shaggy coats blending seamlessly into the surrounding, equally massive, unremarkable beige curtains. A stuffed condor perched on a nearby diorama appears to be slowly, incrementally repositioning its wings.