The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dolphins made of... mist are swimming through this... old, abandoned... particle accelerator... Crows perched on magnets, just... staring, dissolving into the mist, no big deal. Umm... the air's thick and still, and it smells... like ozone and... sugar? Feels like my eyes are heavy, can barely see... yawn Echo, gotta... keep going... just need... rest... The accelerator's tunnel is just... stretching out, like, forever, curving into the distance, no light at all, but it's still, somehow... daytime.