The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bloodstained solar panels sprawl across the cracked, arid earth like a canvas, reflecting the pale yellow sun beating down overhead. Massive, twisted metal roots - still pulsing with an eerie blue energy - burst out of the ground, ensnaring mangled ethereum mining rigs in a gruesome parody of plant life. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of charred circuit boards and ozone, and I can hear this constant, maddening crunch of discarded graphics cards beneath whatever's moving in the distance. The ground's shaking, and... it's raining oil.