The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late-afternoon sunlight casts a golden glow over a vast, abandoned apiary. Thousands of empty beehives stretch out before me, like, the air's thick with the scent of wax and honey. The apiary's somehow situated in the center of a massive, naturally formed stone crater, its walls towering above, covered in ancient petroglyphs of Kabbalistic sigils. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the stone floor, filling the beehives with a slow, pulsing stream of iridescent liquid that seems to be attracting a swarm of glittering, crystalline insects from the surrounding rocks.