The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through a stained-glass skylight, casting multicolored shadows on the floor of what looks like an abandoned apiary... Umm, it's like late morning, judging by the sun's position. Air's pretty heavy with the scent of honey and wax, and the atmosphere's kinda still, with a slight buzzing noise coming from these ancient beehives, some of which are somehow producing crystals instead of honeycombs, like, they're just embedded right in there... The crystals are pulsing in time with the sound of distant chanting that seems to be coming from deeper in the apiary.