The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense, pulsating lattice of fiber optic cables is suffocating a massive, decaying cathedral, its stone walls cracked and overgrown with vines that seem to be infused with a sickly, bioluminescent glow. Uh, the air's heavy with the stench of rotting flesh and burnt plastic, and the sky's a sickly, yellow haze above. Like, thousands of miniature, 3D-printed gargoyles are methodically crawling up the walls, leaving trails of sticky, translucent goo behind them as they move. A torrent of cryptocurrency prices is being projected onto the cathedral's facade, like it's some twisted stock ticker.