The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-hanging, latticework roof casts intricate shadows across a sprawling, half-abandoned apiary, with beehives made of a weird, iridescent material that seems almost liquid. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of honey and... ozone isn't really the right word, it's like the air is charged with electricity, making my skin tingle. Outside, the sky's a pale, washed-out blue, with the sun at a pretty low angle – late afternoon, maybe? Water's somehow seeping from the hives, pooling around the bases in tiny, mirror-like puddles that seem to be reflecting a totally different sky than the one I can see outside.