The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-buried Peloton bikes with Bored Ape Yacht Club logos cover a dry lakebed, stretching as far as the eye can see, like some sort of surreal bike graveyard. The air's hot and dry with an electric charge, and a torn, mangled billboard for eBay somehow stuck into the ground is continuously scrolling the ASCII art Dogecoin logo. Crude oil trickles from a rusted pipe in the distance, and... uh, somehow the entire lakebed is slowly shifting upwards, like a giant elevator, with no sound or vibrations. The sun beats down relentlessly, casting no shadows.