The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark grey, concrete tunnel walls surround an abandoned underground particle accelerator, with yellow warning lights casting a dim, jaundiced glow over the massive, steel pipe that forms the centerpiece of the room. Uh, it's really musty and humid down here... The air feels like it's got some sort of electric charge, like static's building up somewhere, and the only sound is the gentle hum of machinery on standby, except for a distant, pulsating bass track echoing off the tunnel walls. Some vines or something are actually growing through the steel pipe like it's nothing, bursting with tiny, bioluminescent flowers.