The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, air's really dry and tastes like static electricity... A sprawling, iridescent honeycomb stretches out to the horizon under a pale blue sky, its cells pulsing with a soft blue light. A low, thrumming hum emanates from the honeycomb, vibrating the ground beneath my feet, like. As I look around, a section of the honeycomb breaks off and reconstitutes itself as a miniature replica of the Temple of Kukulkan at Chichen Itza, complete with perfectly proportioned stairs and carvings – it's somehow simultaneously still part of the honeycomb, still pulsing in sync with the rest.