The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled ethereum mining rigs are somehow buried in the roots of this... twisted, massive cypress tree, its trunk covered in slick oil and feathers. The air's thick with the stench of decay, and like, water's flowing upwards from the muddy ground to fill the mining rigs' casings. The sky's a sickly orange from the nearby wildfire fueled by plastic waste and ASIC mining equipment, its flames reflecting off the cypress tree's oily leaves. A gutted drone's somehow still flying around the tree's canopy, its propellers embedded in a frozen, bloody seagull carcass that's now slowly repairing itself mid-air.