The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pale sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across a massive, abandoned particle accelerator that stretches out as far as the eye can see, its metal tunnel somehow... folded in on itself like a Klein bottle. The air's heavy with the scent of wet concrete, still and thick in the aftermath of some long-past storm, and the distant hum of a solitary cicada provides the only sound. A couple of birds perched on the accelerator's twisted metal structure seem to be staring directly into a swirling, rainbow-colored singularity that's somehow embedded in the side of a nearby rock outcropping.