The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ravaged, abandoned mining tunnel's ripped open, revealing a mangled heap of Dogecoin-branded drill bits and Ethereum logos seared into the charred rock. Like, the air's thick with the stench of burnt coal and ozone as a chunk of motherboard lodged in a nearby rock face pulses with data, somehow continuing to transmit ASCII art to the dark, dripping walls. The stillness is broken by the sound of screeching machinery and a low hum, as if the entire mine's being slowly lifted into the sky by an unseen force. Uh, it's somehow still raining upwards in here.