The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, abandoned particle accelerator's sprawling complex is shrouded in an eerie, perpetual twilight, despite the sun hovering at high noon overhead. Umm, air's thick with the smell of burned plastic and ozone, and the humidity's so high, condensation's beading up on every surface. A jumble of wires and circuit boards are... somehow merged with a fungal growth, like, spreading across the accelerator's massive, concrete core, displaying a scrolling feed of stock prices and encrypted chat logs from a Discord server called "Doge Oracle Prophecies". The air pressure's shifting in sync with the pulse of a livestream on an unseen screen.