The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight casts an orange glow over a sprawling, abandoned apiary, the air thick with the scent of honey and smoke. Like, the air's filled with a constant, low hum as hundreds of iridescent bees weave in and out of hexagonal cells, somehow suspended in mid-air without any visible support. A slow trickle of honey seeps upwards from the cells, pooling on the surface of a massive, crystalline structure that's slowly growing, its facets mirroring an ancient, runic pattern. The smell of ozone and char hangs heavy, despite the still, dry air.