The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the grimy windows of an abandoned, Brutalist-style apiary, where like, thousands of honeycombs are arranged in an impossible, non-Euclidean pattern. The air's thick with the scent of honey and beeswax, and there's this low, thrumming vibration that seems to be coming from the hexagonal cells themselves. Chunks of quartz are somehow being used to tune the resonant frequency of the honeycombs, and outside, the shadows of the building are warping and rippling like a liquid. Rain is falling upwards into the beehives.