The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bunch of birds are flying around in a pretty standard, commercial greenhouse, with sunlight filtering in through the translucent roof and a bunch of potted plants and flowers scattered around. Like, it's warm and humid in here, and I can smell the damp earth and fertilizer, and the air's pretty still, except for the gentle whooshing sound of a small waterfall in the center of the greenhouse that somehow appears to be flowing upwards into a pipe in the ceiling. The sunlight's casting a pretty ordinary, mottled glow on everything.