The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled, fungal growths burst through a blanket of perpetual twilight, illuminating the abandoned apiary in an eerie, soft haze... The still air's heavy with the scent of damp honey and decaying flowers. Uh, hexagonal beehives seem to absorb and amplify the feeble light, releasing it as an unearthly hum that thrums through the ground, causing my skin to prickle. Water somehow solidifies in mid-air, suspended in crystalline orbs around the apiary, casting tiny, fragmented rainbows on the ground below.