The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the windows of this abandoned particle accelerator facility. Like, the air's dry and has a static charge, and the smell of burnt wiring lingers, with a low hum of idle machinery still echoing through the room. The particle accelerator tube itself is somehow growing vines from its metal latticework, which seem to be infused with tiny, intricate fractal patterns from the work of William Latham. In the center of the room, a large chunk of the accelerator's control console has somehow transformed into what appears to be a working replica of Marcel Duchamp's 'Fountain' urinal sculpture.