The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's seeping through the screens of an abandoned apiary, umm, rows upon rows of rickety wooden hive boxes, each one home to these massive, crystalline honeycombs that seem to be... reflecting an image that's not quite the surrounding environment - I'm seeing fragments of an Aztec temple in the facets. The air's heavy with the smell of wax and ozone, it's almost overpowering, and above, a weirdly-stationary flock of starlings are perched on a thin, braided cable that's somehow supporting its own weight, stretching across the apiary like a tightrope.