The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bloodstained feathers are stuck to the walls of what looks like a massive, abandoned aviary, its steel beams tangled in thick, thorny vines. The air's heavy with the stench of rot and decay, like it's been locked in here for years. The sun's light filtering through the grimy skylight casts an eerie glow, illuminating rows of shattered birdcages, their wire mesh mangled and torn apart, as if something ripped its way out from the inside. A wingless, stone statue of the Greek god, Zephyr, stands at the center, somehow... breathing slowly, its stone chest rising and falling.