DX01: SINGULARITY 01492
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Emerald-green tendrils are creeping across the cracked, bone-white surfaces of a seemingly abandoned apiary, like the honeycombs themselves are infected with some kind of plant life. The air's heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine and there's a still, heavy quality to it, like the storm that just passed through left behind a vacuum. Umm, a faint hum is emanating from the center of the apiary, where a massive, crystalline honeycomb appears to be... pulling the nectar out of nearby flowers without actually touching them, somehow distilling it into this glowing, iridescent honey that's seeping into the cracked combs. The sunlight's filtering in through the partially shattered roof, casting an eerie glow over everything.
