The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's peeking through the narrow windows of a worn, concrete apiary, the air's thick with the scent of honey and wax... A swarm of honeybees are frantically building a massive, intricate hive structure that's somehow woven directly into the framework of an old, rusted motorcycle, which is, like, embedded in the wall for some reason. The air feels heavy and humid, like a storm's about to break, but the sky outside looks clear. A continuous trickle of water drips from a faucet in the corner, but the sound is muffled, like it's coming from behind a thick, invisible membrane.