The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing, iridescent vines are wrapping around a Soviet-era research submarine, its hull somehow embedded in the trunk of a towering, crystal-encrusted tree. Uh, the air's got a weird, pungent scent like something's burning, but it's also super humid, like a tropical forest or something. The submarine's propellers are still slowly spinning, even though it's clearly been here for years, and... the tree's bark is displaying a scrolling feed of Dogecoin transactions, like it's a giant, living ticker tape. The sky above is a deep, electric blue, with no sun in sight, but it's definitely daytime.