The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, moss-covered stones tower above, partially hiding the sky, which is a sickly shade of green. Air's heavy with the stench of rot and damp earth; umm, the smell of bloated fish wafts in, carried on the gentle breeze. Fungal growth crawls up these stone structures like they're trees, slowly consuming everything, with giant centipedes lazily burrowing through it as if it were soil. This must be an ancient, forgotten menagerie, since massive, long-dead beasts lie caged and rotting – some with skeletal wings – their iron bars somehow melting like wax in the faint, flickering candlelight.