The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, abandoned apiary sprawls across a sun-baked mesa, the dry air thick with the scent of wax and a hint of frankincense. Thousands of hive boxes, some still intact, others cracked open, stretch out before me like... a maze of splintered bone, while a swarm of what looks like iridescent, six-legged sprites - each one sporting tiny, shimmering halos - orbit the structures in a weird, intricate dance. Umm, the air's charged with an electric tension that's making my skin prickle, and the sky above is a deep, burning blue, the sun a burning silver disk hovering at the zenith.