The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's casting an orange glow through the stained glass ceiling of a massive, underground apiary, like, the air's thick with honey and smoke. Thousands of bees are moving in synchronized patterns, somehow creating a perfect replica of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life with their honeycombs. The air pressure feels weirdly neutral, and the humidity's surprisingly low considering the environment. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the floor, filling a series of antique, ornate fountains that are emitting a constant, soothing hum.