The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling, Byzantine-inspired apiary's unfolding across a sun-baked, rocky outcropping, like, it's somehow merged with the natural terrain. Honeycombs made of iridescent, crystalline material are pulsing with a gentle, golden light as thousands of bioluminescent, mechanical bees zip between them, weaving in and out of impossible, Escher-like staircases that seem to fold back into themselves. The air's thick and heavy with the scent of frankincense and a low-pressure system's brewing in the distance, with clouds like, stacking up against the horizon. A perfect, gleaming crescent moon's stuck, unmoving, in the late afternoon sky.