The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, iridescent feathers are scattered all over the floor of this abandoned particle accelerator, with birds swooping down from the catwalks above to feed on weird, pulsing lichen that's covering the control consoles. The air's charged with electricity, and it's pretty humid, smelling like ozone and wet concrete, with the fluorescent lights above flickering at an unsettling pace. The magnets used to steer particles through the accelerator are somehow etching out cryptic messages in Arabic script on the walls, like "The hidden hand of the Eternal Father guides the path of the uncreated." ...The air is thick with the smell of burnt plastic.