The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through the crystalline structures of a naturally formed, massive geode, illuminating a sprawling, abandoned apiary filled with old, decaying beehives. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of honey and like, the buzzing of invisible insects, but there aren't any actual bees around. A slow trickle of liquid silver flows from the cracked geode walls, somehow repairing damaged honeycombs. The sky above is a bright, pale blue, even though the apiary's buried beneath the roots of some colossal, ancient tree.