The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a latticework of frozen, crystalline strands that're suspended high above a sprawling, abandoned apiary. The air's heavy with the smell of honey and wax, and it's buzzing with this low, constant vibration that's making the empty beehives hum like a live electrical wire. Like, a few of the hives are slowly regenerating, rebuilding themselves from shattered remains, and new honeycombs are just... growing out of the air, somehow. Water's dripping slowly from the frozen lattice above, collecting into tiny, iridescent pools that're reflecting the entire apiary like a mirror.