The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes are settling on a frozen, abandoned particle accelerator in the middle of a vast, empty plain. Like, the air's got this crisp, charged smell and it's eerily quiet, except for the faint hum of machinery somehow still running, even though the entire facility looks like it's been abandoned for years. Umm, there's this perfectly circular section of the plain that's...not covered in snow, just this weird, mirror-smooth patch of dark gray rock that seems to be...repelling the snowflakes, which just hover at the edge before gently drifting away. The late afternoon sun's setting over the horizon.