DX01: SINGULARITY 05853
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned apiary sprawls out before me, the wooden hive structures cracked and weathered, some still covered in thick, honeycombed wax that's attracted a swarm of iridescent, gemstone-tinted bees. Uh, the air's heavy with a sweet, cloying scent, and the distant hum of... not exactly machinery, but it's like a low, vibrating frequency emanating from the honeycombs, pulsating softly in a slow rhythm that seems to match the beat of my own heart. Gravity appears to be subtly warped near the center of the apiary, where the honey drips upwards into the air, forming glittering, crystalline threads that dissolve into nothingness a few feet above the ground.
