The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking... a sprawling, abandoned apiary is shrouded in a faint, eerie mist that seems to be seeping from the empty honeycombs, like, straight into the still air. Umm, the sky above is this weird, pale lavender hue with the sun barely visible as a faint dot near the horizon, and I can smell the heavy sweetness of old honey and, like, decaying wax everywhere. A bunch of massive, crystalline formations are somehow... growing out of the beehives, reflecting what little light is left in a weird, pulsating dance. Everything's going dark, and I'm getting really goddamn cold...