The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A mangled mess of bullet trains is strewn across the bottom of a dried-up lakebed, their twisted metal carcasses half-buried in the cracked, dusty earth. The air's thick with the smell of hot oil and burned rubber, and like, a low hum of idling engines still echoes through the stillness. Water's somehow pouring upwards from the ground, creating tiny whirlpools that lift dust and debris into the air, as if pulled by some unseen force. A massive, pixelated, Ethereum logo is seared into the side of a nearby hill, looking like it's been burned into the rock itself.