The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun's shining directly through a massive, transparent honeycomb structure that seems to be embedded in the side of a granite mountain, casting this crazy, latticed pattern on the ground. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of beeswax, and it's, like, super humid in here – but somehow, the honeycomb's dry and flaking apart like it's ancient. Water's somehow seeping upwards from the ground, collecting in these crystalline formations that are growing out of the honeycomb cells, and I can hear this low, pulsing hum that's somehow synchronized with the sun's position in the sky.