The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's pouring through a giant, stained glass ceiling above this huge, ornate aviary... The air's thick and humid, smells like birdseed and feathers, and there's a constant, low hum of... something, like, machinery? Like, hundreds of exotic birds are flying around, landing on intricate, carved wooden perches, but somehow, a massive section of the aviary's wire mesh wall is slowly, steadily unweaving itself, thread by thread, as if unraveling a giant tapestry.