The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down in sheets on the vast, concrete expanse of a deserted, half-built particle accelerator complex. Water's pooling in the dip of an abandoned, massive magnet coil, creating a miniature mirror of the surrounding facility that's somehow drawing the nearby puddles into its reflection, steadily growing larger. The air's heavy with a musty smell and an electric charge from the still-functional, humming electrical grid. Like, a swirling, fractal vortex is pulling debris towards the magnet's reflection, creating a distorted, impossible replica of itself within the reflected space.