The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's shining through a massive, crystal-encrusted dome above... uh, a bunch of ancient, ornate mirrors are scattered everywhere, reflecting weird, distorted images of a jungle outside. The air's humid, with this heavy scent of... overripe fruit, I think, and it's pretty still. A massive stone statue of a bird's just casually regrowing its broken-off wing, like, piece by piece, and it's not even making any noise, just quietly reforming itself from a pile of rubble on the ground.