The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tiny droplets of what looks like mercury are suspended mid-air, filling the abandoned research laboratory like a dense fog, and the air's got this heavy, metallic scent that's kinda overwhelming. A bunch of worn, outdated microscopes are scattered across a central workbench, surrounded by stacks of dusty, spiral-bound notebooks filled with cryptic symbols and sketches of... uh, impossible geometries. Water's slowly dripping from a leaky faucet, echoing off the stainless steel counters, and somehow, one of the microscopes is steadily dissecting a perfect, miniature replica of the Oort Cloud, like it's a biology specimen or something.