The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a tiny, functioning replica of the Large Hadron Collider somehow runs along the rim of a massive, ancient volcano's caldera, its magnets and detectors humming quietly. The air's thick with the smell of sulfur, and I can see heat shimmering off the rocks as sunlight beats down from high in the sky. The volcano's interior is weirdly quiet, like, no sound of birds or wind, just this steady, low rumble of molten lava flowing somewhere beneath the surface. A perfect, gleaming miniature skyscraper somehow protrudes from the caldera's center, its windows reflecting the surrounding rock face.