The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with a heavy, syrupy scent, like honey's being boiled down in a massive vat... Umm, sunlight filters in through the grimy, translucent ceiling, illuminating hundreds of stacked, industrial hives - each one's packed with motionless, crystalline formations instead of bees. Water's flowing downwards from the cracked, concrete walls, somehow collecting into mid-air droplets that then get sucked upwards, forming a steady stream that rises into the heart of a massive, central flower - its petals are rusting, metallic, and creaking open like a mechanical iris.