The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of thick, gray fog seep from the edges of a sprawling, abandoned apiary, the air heavy with the scent of damp honeycomb and the distant tang of ozone. Umm, a massive, crystalline shard juts out from the apiary's center, silently pulsing with an electric charge that's drawing in a swarm of iridescent wasps - their bodies shifting colors in sync with the shard's pulse. The sky above is a deep, foreboding indigo, like a storm's about to break, but the air's somehow perfectly still, no wind or breeze disturbing the wasps as they orbit the shard.