The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, silver-tinted sunlight filters through the crystal formations embedded in the walls of a massive, geode-like cave, casting shards of color across a collection of, uh, what looks like abandoned beekeeping equipment. The air is thick with the scent of honey and wax, and it's weirdly humid considering the apparent dryness of the surroundings. Outside, through the cave entrance, I see the sky is a deep, almost-but-not-quite indigo color, and the sun appears to be at a standstill, stuck at mid-day. Like, the honeycombs are somehow repairing themselves, cells filling with a viscous, pulsing liquid.