The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned apiary is filled with hives made from what looks like black, volcanic glass, surrounded by overgrown fields of lavender that seem to be... absorbing the light around them, like, making the air around the hives even darker. The air is heavy with the smell of honey and smoke, and I can feel the buzzing of the bees through the soles of my shoes, even though the hives are completely still and empty. Uh, the sky above is this sickly shade of yellow, and it's... raining upwards, like the droplets are being pulled back up into the clouds.