The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, pulsing tendrils are snaking out from beneath a capsized oil tanker, somehow suspended mid-air within a kilometer-wide, naturally occurring amphitheater of gleaming black basalt. Umm, the air's thick with this weird, electric charge and it smells like ozone and gasoline as the tendrils flex, stretching up towards the clouds like colossal, fleshy whips. Sunlight's reflecting off the oil slick covering the basalt, casting this crazy, rainbow-hued glow everywhere, even though the sky above is this deep, foreboding grey. A scrolling Twitter feed is somehow etched into the oil tanker's hull, displaying tweets from a decade-old Bitcoin maximalist thread.