The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, iridescent frost coats everything, like, the ground, the buildings, and the twisted, metallic wreckage scattered around. I'm surrounded by what looks like the remnants of some massive, long-abandoned particle accelerator or synchrotron - there's this weird, humming energy still pulsing through the equipment. In the center of the area, an impossible, perfect replica of the Ouroboros from ancient Egyptian and Greek mysticism is somehow made from what appears to be living, crystalline matter, and it's... eating its own tail, like it's supposed to. The air's really still, with a weird, metallic tang to the smell.