The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sun-scorched skeletons of what look like dozens of abandoned ethereum mining rigs stretch out before me, half-buried in the sand, like... with massive, twisted metal roots bursting out of the ground and wrapping around them, still twitching. The air's thick with the smell of burnt circuit boards and something metallic, and it feels super humid, like a storm's about to break. Above, the sun's split into three distinct, equally sized disks, hanging low in the bloody red sky, which is somehow displaying a real-time graph of ethereum's price over the past decade.