The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight streams through the grimy panes of a small, abandoned apiary, casting a warm glow on a bunch of lazy honeybees slowly tending to their honeycombs. Like, a small, rusty beekeeping smoker somehow keeps puffing out gentle plumes of white smoke, despite not being lit or tended to. The air's thick with the smell of honey and wax, probably late morning. A few bees keep flying in and out of a tiny, open window, while a small wooden frame somehow keeps extracting honey from a nearby honeycomb, the golden liquid dripping steadily into a small, metal bucket.