The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's thick with the smell of fresh tar, and it's like... sticky with humidity. A colossal, ancient beehive stretches out before me, its honeycomb walls twisted into impossible shapes, covered in strange symbols that seem to be shifting, like they're alive. Right at the center, a steady stream of water pours out from nowhere, filling the surrounding trenches and feeding a sprawling garden filled with flowers that change colors like they're being repainted on the fly, while in the distance, the sky's filled with a blinding light that's somehow, steadily moving... downwards.