The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked computer fans litter a cramped, abandoned aquarium like seashells, with shredded ethereum mining rigs hanging from the ceiling like macabre tapestries. The air's heavy with the stench of rotting fish and ozone, and the fluorescent lights above flicker in sync with the pulsing, rainbow-colored growths sprouting from the shattered glass tanks. Outside, the crunching of discarded graphics cards beneath whatever's moving sounds like a perpetual landslide, and I hear a distorted, guttural voice echoing through the halls, repeating "ethereum's revenge" like a twisted mantra. The water level seems to be rising.