The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, overgrown vines and creepers choke an abandoned particle accelerator, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves. Umm, it's like, eerily quiet except for this faint, pulsing whine that seems to be coming from the magnets. The accelerator's tunnel stretches out into the darkness, somehow terminating in a perfect, shimmering reflection of the 16th-century painting 'The Ambassadors' by Hans Holbein, including the famously distorted skull. Water's seeping in through the cracked concrete, slowly flooding the tunnel, but it's somehow flowing upwards into the air itself, like, defying gravity.