The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a blizzard's dumping snow on a massive, abandoned particle accelerator, the thing's like, half-buried in a drift, with crystalline formations growing out of the frozen soil. Late evening sun barely pierces the dense clouds, but an electric charge in the air makes my skin prickle, and it's kinda filled with the scent of burning circuitry and ozone-free air. As the storm rages on, the accelerator's rings seem to be slowly shifting into a Klein bottle shape, merging with the ice itself without any visible seams, like it's grown there naturally. Turquoise water trickles through the accelerator's core.