The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A half-abandoned, industrial-scale insect farm lies sprawled out under a massive, open-air geodesic dome, its air thick with the smell of damp earth and insect pheromones. Umm, the sunlight filters in through the dome, casting weird shadows on the rows of insect habitats, and the air's filled with a gentle hum of machinery and buzzing insects. Like, massive, crystalline insect hives somehow grow straight out of the metal equipment, as if the machines themselves were a catalyst for their growth, and a constant trickle of glittering, crystalline fragments falls from their structures, collecting in drifts on the floor.