The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Low-hanging mist shrouds a vast, neglected apiary - beehives stacked haphazardly, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying honey. Uh, there's this low-pitched hum, like the apiary's still alive, though most of the hives are cracked open, overgrown with vines. The sky above's a sickly shade of yellow, with the sun seeming to be stuck in the same position for... who knows how long? A weathered wooden sign near the entrance reads "The Artemis Colonies" and has a faded etching of the alchemical symbol for the Philosopher's Stone.