The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned neutrino observatory lies shrouded in an ethereal mist, the air thick with an electric charge and a sweet, slightly ionized scent. The diffuse light of the binary suns filters through the geodesic panels, casting an otherworldly glow across a tangled mess of crystal-encrusted detectors and wires... the whole thing's eerily still, like time's just stopped. Water's somehow seeping upward from the rusting equipment, defying gravity as it cools the superconducting magnets, keeping them humming with a perpetual, low-frequency vibration.