The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ravens' feathers are stuck to a massive, stained glass dome above, like, filtering the pale, moonlit sky into a kaleidoscope of colors on the granite floor below. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone-free, humid as hell, and it's so still that the suspended droplets of water from a previous rainstorm are just... hanging in mid-air. Uh, in the center of the room, a pool of liquid silver somehow contains a miniature, functioning replica of the Large Hadron Collider, with subatomic particles whizzing by, casting an iridescent glow. Shadows seem to be seeping from the collider, like dark fluid.