The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ridiculously oversized, mangled satellite TV dish somehow lodged itself into the massive, ancient stone statue of a lion's mouth. The air is dry and still, with a light dusting of snowflakes around the area, and... like, there's an eerie silence here. Cracked, stained glass windows in the surrounding abandoned church buildings stream beams of colored light onto the snow-covered ground, while a bunch of scattered Vesper scooter parts somehow rearranged themselves into a moving, functional kinetic sculpture of the Bitcoin logo, uh, quietly creaking away as it rotates.