The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered stone statues of various avian creatures, like hawks and eagles, are scattered all over a weathered, seaside cliff face. Water's pounding against the rocks below, the salty spray mixing with the heavy smell of damp earth and seaweed, umm, it's pretty overpowering. The air's charged with electricity, I can feel the hairs on my arm standing on end, and... a massive nest, like, made of twisted metal and wires, is somehow embedded in the cliff, with eggs that seem to be made of some kind of pulsing, iridescent material. My head's starting to spin again, probably from my injuries...