The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming in through massive, hexagonal honeycomb cells that make up the ceiling of this massive, abandoned beehive. Like, the air's thick with the smell of honey and wax, and it's super still, but the barometric pressure's somehow steadily increasing, like we're descending really slowly. In the center of the hive, a perfect, intact 1970s-era school bus is somehow embedded in the wax, with the windows still intact, like it just got stuck there. Outside, it's a clear, bright morning with the sun high in the sky.