The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A twisted chunk of motherboard is lodged inside a rotting alligator carcass, pulsing with a sickly, crimson-tinted energy as it infuses the stagnant swamp water with an eerie glow. The air's thick with the stench of decay and ozone, and it's getting hotter by the second - like the entire bayou is about to boil over or something. Water's still lapping at the shore, but somehow it's moving in reverse, sucking back into the swamp as if time itself is unraveling, and I can feel the air charged with static. Uh, a Bitcoin logo is somehow etched into the alligator's scales.