The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blood-stained, stone pedestal bears a still-beating, severed bovine heart, its rhythmic pulses synchronizing with the soft hum of a nearby, half-buried Bitcoin mining rig in this dusty, ancient Minoan labyrinth. Umm, it's humid, with a heavy, metallic scent hanging in the stagnant air. Shards of shattered frescoes depict a cyclopean cityscape on the walls, and the faint, pungent smell of burning sage wafts through the air, somehow making the bovine heart beat slightly faster. A thin, crimson rivulet flows from the pedestal, disappearing into a dark, downward-sloping tunnel.