The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A hulking, ornate furnace dominates the center of a ruined, Byzantine cathedral, spewing forth a torrent of molten microchips that flow like lava across the cracked, blood-soaked flagstones. Like, the air's heavy with the stench of smoke, burned plastic, and char, and the only sound is the gentle crunch of cooling circuit boards beneath the faint hum of some unseen power source. Uh, Ethereum prices are literally seared into the stone pillars in what looks like fire-scoured steel, pulsing with an otherworldly energy as a burning, cryptic symbol – the 'WAGDIE' sigil – crackles with electricity on the blackened cathedral dome above.