The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight casts long shadows across a sprawling, abandoned particle accelerator complex, overgrown with vines and weeds. The air's dry and still, with a faint scent of burned wire and ozone residue... it's like, really quiet, except for the distant hum of machinery that seems to be somehow resonating with the shifting constellations in the sky. As particles collide and scatter in the accelerator, impossible fractals materialize and dissipate in the collisions, reflecting the intricate patterns found in the cosmological charts of the Bardo Thodol. The sky above is a deep, crystal clear blue, with no sign of clouds.