The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through a series of delicate, crystal skylights above, illuminating a crowded, ornate apiary filled with thousands of rainbow-colored beehives that seem to be constructed from a glittering, crystalline material. Like, the air's thick with the scent of honey and something sweetly chemical, and I see schools of iridescent, crystalline insects flying through the air, their wings shifting colors like a mad screensaver from an old laptop. The air's buzzing with a low, electric charge that seems to be affecting the gravity, and somehow, a bunch of the beehives are hovering inside a series of slowly rotating Klein bottles suspended above the floor.