The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through tiny holes in a rusty, metal mesh above, casting a bunch of little dots of light on the dusty floor of this old, abandoned pigeon loft. The air's got a thick, heavy feel to it, and it smells like feathers and bird poop... a bunch of old nesting boxes line the walls, but somehow, the birds' eggs are just hanging there in mid-air, not falling or even moving, like they're stuck to invisible threads. It's dead quiet, except for the sound of dripping water somewhere outside, but the sound's coming from above, not below.