The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight pours through the cracked windows of some sort of abandoned, futuristic apiary. The air's thick with the smell of honey and wax, and there's this constant hum of drones... uh, not just the bee kind, like, actual quadcopters buzzing around the empty honeycombs. The air's charged with static electricity, and the weather outside looks weirdly turbulent, with lightning flashing horizontally across the horizon, somehow not making any thunder. A single, ancient-looking bee is somehow still tending to a lone honeycomb cell, despite its own body being completely frozen in a block of clear ice.