The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's a perfectly still, massive abandoned apiary, the air heavy with the scent of honey and wax. The sky above is a deep, fiery orange, and the air's charged with an electric buzz, like before a storm, but it's not storming - it's just... waiting. Thousands of beehives, some shattered and broken, others intact, stretch out before me, each one containing a slowly pulsing, crystalline structure that seems to be keeping the honey inside from spoiling. A few iridescent wasps, unlike any I've seen before, flit between the hives, moving with an unnatural, almost... machinelike precision.