The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive steel pillars are rising out of this blood-soaked, concrete stadium like giant's fists, the air is heavy with the smell of gasoline and burning rubber, and a perpetual storm cloud hangs overhead, unleashing a torrent of broken GPU components and oil-slicked car parts that litter the ground. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the constant crackle of electricity arcing between the pillars, charging the air with an otherworldly energy. Thousands of cars, still on fire, are jammed into the stadium's center, with the Ethereum logo etched into the inferno like a branding iron. It's midday, but the sun is somehow inside the stadium.