The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, there's this abandoned particle accelerator chamber half-submerged in murky water, the air's thick with the smell of rust and mildew. It's overcast outside, the sun's obscured by a layer of grey clouds, casting a dull glow over everything. Like, right in the center of the room, a slowly rotating miniature version of the Cygnus X-1 star is just... chillin', surrounded by cracked concrete and broken machinery, its intense X-ray emissions somehow not vaporizing the water that's lapping at its edges. The air's heavy with electricity, making my skin prickle.