The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense foliage, like a curtain of vines, parts to reveal a dilapidated apiary - some sort of abandoned beehive structure - overgrown with creepers, sitting in the center of a perfectly circular clearing. Umm, thousands of crystalline honeycombs are empty, but there's still a hum coming from it, low and steady... Air's thick with pollen and it's pretty humid. The sun's shining straight down into the apiary through a tiny, mathematically precise hole in the canopy above, where the sky looks like a kaleidoscope of oil slicks.