The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a series of massive, ornate stained-glass panels suspended high above a sprawling, abandoned apiary, casting shards of iridescent color across the dusty, hexagonal cells. The air's heavy with the smell of wax and pollen, and it's charged with this low-level hum... like it's vibrating through everything. A swirling vortex of what looks like liquid silver has somehow taken the place of the honey, and it's slowly, methodically filling each cell, moving with an eerie, unnatural stillness. Uh, the air's thick with an electric charge, making my skin tingle.