The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive beehive is clinging to the side of a rugged red rock cliff face, surrounded by scrubby desert plants and the warm afternoon sun casting long shadows. The air's pretty thick with the smell of creosote and honey, and a faint buzzing noise comes from within the hive. Like, a tiny rivulet of water is somehow seeping upwards from the dry earth below and trickling into a small, weathered stone basin near the hive, where a few birds are calmly sipping from it despite the complete lack of any other water source around.