The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A cavernous, abandoned particle accelerator facility lies shrouded in darkness, its steel beam skeleton cracked and twisted from some catastrophic event. Umm, wispy tendrils of condensed steam cling to the cryogenic piping, infusing the still, heavily-charged air with a biting scent of ozone and something acridly sweet. Shafts of faint, electric-blue light filter through the smudged skylights above, casting eerie glows on the tangled wreckage of high-energy magnets, somehow still energized despite the complete collapse of the facility's power infrastructure. Gravity appears to be wavering, randomly amplifying itself in localized pockets throughout the facility.