The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ravaged sheep carcasses are strewn across the snow-covered slope of this isolated, rural hillside, the air heavy with the stench of rot and decay... like, it's freezing and the sky is a swirling mess of cryptocurrency trading charts. Umm, a massive, ancient stone monument in the distance is somehow broadcasting the current Bitcoin price in a low, rumbling hum that's making the ground vibrate. As the sun sets behind the hills, the air takes on an eerie blue hue from the screens of discarded smartphones half-buried in the snow.