The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, half-disassembled SpaceX Starship is somehow lodged in the upper branches of a rotting, thousand-year-old redwood, its hull cracked and dripping fuel into the dark, still air. Like, the smell of gasoline and decay is making my head spin, and the sound of the ship's alarm system is still blaring as it slowly, impossibly sinks further into the ancient tree's trunk. The air's thick with mist, and uh, it's somehow still trying to transmit Dogecoin prices in ASCII art across the tree's roots. The roots themselves seem to be slowly twisting into an Ethereum logo.