The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through the latticework ceiling of this massive, abandoned apiary, casting a warm glow over thousands of vacant honeycombs. The air's thick with the smell of old wax and the sound of buzzing, even though there aren't any bees anywhere... somehow the combs themselves seem to be vibrating, creating this low hum that's making my teeth ache. A slow trickle of what looks like pure gold is flowing from a crack in the stone floor, pooling in a small depression at the room's center. The air's heavy and still, with a weird, pulsating pressure.