The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Weak, copper light is filtering through these impossible... membrane-things that seem to be dividing the air into separate, shifting volumes. It smells like damp earth, and the air's got this heavy, static charge to it... I think I'm in some sort of, uh, abandoned apiary, but the honeycombs are made of this iridescent, almost... liquid material that's pulsing with a weird, slow heartbeat. The sky above is... shattered, like someone's broken a mirror and scattered the shards across the horizon...