The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled ethereum mining rigs are somehow merged with the roots of this massive, twisted, kudzu-covered water tower, its steel latticework cracked and leaking oil. The air's thick with the stench of rotting fish and gasoline, and like, there's a weird, pulsating electric charge making the hairs on my arms stand up. Water's flowing upwards from the ground to fill the mining rigs' casings, and nearby, a beached, rusted car is somehow reanimating itself, its wheels spinning wildly as it burrows into the mud like it's alive. The sky above's a sickly, orange-pink color.