The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down from high noon on a massive pile of discarded shipping containers, their faded logos and peeling paint scattered everywhere. Like, the air is thick with the smell of rust and saltwater as seagulls cry out overhead. A mangled Discord-branded vending machine somehow dispenses beat-up Duolingo language learning kits, Xbox controllers, and the occasional Pokémon plush toy, all of which clatter onto the uneven, sandy ground. The sound of a constant, quiet beep echoes from the vending machine's LCD screen as it displays a steady stream of eBay listings for rare Cryptopunks NFTs.