The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-stained snowflakes fall from the sky onto a vast, abandoned container shipyard. Like, the air reeks of diesel fuel, and there's this grinding noise from rusted machinery trying to move on its own. Umm, one of the half-built ships seems to be infested with... pulsing, organic circuit boards, with wires like veins and microchips that resemble cancerous growths. The Ethereum price chart's glitching logo's projected onto a mangled crane, and its pulsing digits match the rhythm of the air pressure, which feels like it's slowly crushing the yard.