The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering down through a bunch of broken stained glass panels, casting colorful patterns all over this abandoned apiary. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of honey and wax, and I can hear a constant, low hum of bees moving around these old, ornate beehives, some of which are just... like, covered in weird, pulsing barnacles for some reason. The air's really still and the sunlight's casting a warm glow on everything, but somehow, a steady drizzle of rain is just... pouring upwards, out of the ground and into the sky.