The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, abandoned cyclotron sprawls before me, its steel and copper components overgrown with thick, iridescent moss that seems to pulse with energy. The air's heavy with the smell of ozone and melted plastic, while the hum of static electricity makes my skin prickle, like, a steady vibration in my bones. Uh, somehow, particles from the nearby blazing comet are passing through the cyclotron's magnetic field, causing crystalline ice penguins to materialize inside its vacuum chamber, like they're being crafted by an invisible force. It's eerily bright, with an intense, golden light pouring from the cyclotron's center.