The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of pale, morning light are seeping through a massive, crystal lattice dome, casting an intricate pattern of refractions on the dusty, earthen floor of a sprawling, underground apiary. The air's heavy with the scent of honey and ozone, and the hum of the bees seems to be resonating at a specific frequency that's, like, syncing with the low vibrations of the crystal lattice. In the center of the apiary, a colossal, ornate statue of the Scarabaeus beetle is rotating slowly, its eyes glowing with a soft, pulsing light. Umm, somehow the bees are moving in perfect synchrony with the rotation of the statue.