The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glacial water's trickling through a narrow, granite gorge, uh, carved by what looks like decades of heavy meltwater runoff. The air's crisp, with an almost electric charge, like it's gonna storm anytime, but the sunlight's still breaking through, casting this surreal, turquoise glow over everything. An LCD TV's somehow wedged into a crack in the wall, playing a silent, 24-hour livestream of what looks like a Bitcoin price chart, despite being partially submerged in the icy water. Meanwhile, the nearby stones are... shifting and reorganizing themselves, rearranging their own structure like they're alive or something.