The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling, ornate aviary stretches out before me under a warm, golden light that's like late morning, the air thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds. Delicate, filigree-patterned cages seem to be weaving in and out of each other, as if being rearranged by an unseen force, each one containing a different species of bird that's somehow perfectly silent despite the gentle, soothing song filling the air. Water trickles from a series of intricate, gemstone-encrusted fountains, collecting in a large, still pool that appears to be reflecting the sky from a completely different time of day.