The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's casting long shadows across a sprawling, abandoned apiary, like, with hundreds of wooden beehives scattered around this huge clearing. The air's heavy with the scent of honey and wax, and it's somehow not attracting any of the usual insects, just this eerie, synchronized flight pattern of iridescent dragonflies orbiting the central, largest hive, which has a freaking Kabbalistic Tree of Life etched into its side in pulsing, liquid gold. The air pressure's dropping, and the sky above is turning this weird, pinkish hue, like, just above the trees.