The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gutted, hollowed-out shopping mall somehow exists on the ocean floor, its escalators frozen in place, covered in coral and anemones. Thin tendrils of pulsing fiber-optic material wrap around the railings, vibrating in sync with a distorted livestream of Ethereum gas prices echoing through the water. The air... or whatever passes for air down here... is thick with the smell of decay and saltwater, and a morbid whirlpool brews above, pulling fish and debris down towards the mall's center. Like, a low-frequency hum makes the seaweed on the floor vibrate in perfect sync with the livestream's audio.