The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned apiary somehow blends seamlessly into the rusty, metallic hull of a derelict spaceship, which is half-buried in a dune of fine, crimson sand that's blowing gently in the breeze. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of smoke and wax, and it's humid as hell in here, but like, somehow the sand's not getting wet or sticking to anything. A massive, crystalline honeycomb structure dominates the center of the room, reflecting sunlight that's streaming in through a gaping hole in the ship's hull, and it's somehow generating a powerful, localized gravitational field that's warping the sand into these weird, swirly patterns.