The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's like, weirdly bright in this abandoned apiary - hundreds of bee hives stacked up on each other, but none of them have any bees in them, just empty honeycombs. The air is really heavy with this sweet, sticky smell that's making my head spin a bit, and I can see tiny bits of honey dripping from the hives onto the floor. The weirdest thing, though, is that there's this sign on the wall that just says "Necrologues of Orion 4383" in old-looking writing, and it's... slowly rewriting itself. The words are just shifting, rearranging themselves like it's no big deal.