The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, golden light pours through the honeycombed windows of a colossal, gothic apiary, casting a warm, hexagonal pattern on the floor as uh, massive, iridescent bees weave in and out of the honeycomb cells. The air's got a heavy, sweet scent, and it's thick with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle, while the hum of the bees syncs up with the low-frequency vibration of the stone beneath. Outside, a perpetual solar eclipse casts a dark, crystalline shadow on the landscape. Like, tiny, gemstone-encrusted honeycombs are materializing out of thin air within the cells.