The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through a latticework of frost covering a massive, naturally occurring ice dome, casting an ethereal blue glow over a sprawling, abandoned apiary inside. Umm, the air's heavy with the sweet scent of frozen honey, and it's pretty humid in here, but the cold's so biting I can see my breath misting in the air. Bees - or, at least, what looks like a cross between bees and iridescent dragonflies - flit between the frozen honeycombs, somehow generating enough heat to keep the surrounding air from freezing despite the ice dome being wide open to the Antarctic landscape outside.