The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense network of fibers, kinda like glass wool, coats the upper surfaces of everything in this abandoned apiary - it's like, stuck to the honeycombs, old hive stands, and tools. Umm, the air's really still, no wind at all, and there's this sweet, burnt smell from the remnants of old hives that got torched. This one mummified hive seems to have crystallized into a near-perfect replica of a Sierpinski tetrahedron, no idea what would've caused that, and the sun is directly above, casting a harsh, high-contrast light. It's quiet except for this low, resonant buzzing coming from... nowhere.