The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, sticky liquid spills out of a ridiculously oversized honeycomb suspended high above a massive, ancient apiary. The air's thick with the smell of burning honey, and the sound of buzzing echoes through the air despite no visible bees, just... umm, tendrils of sunlight sort of writhing through the honeycomb like worms. Water seeps up from the cracked stone floor, forming little whirlpools that somehow drain into the walls, while outside, I can hear the distant rumble of a livestreaming drone swarm. The sun itself hangs low in the sky, a deep, burning orange.