The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Guts and feathers splatter the interior of a derailed, high-speed train car, half-submerged in a murky, turquoise lake. Water pours in through shattered windows, creating a whirlpool around the remains of a shredded ATM and cryptocurrency conference livestream still cycling on a mangled screen. The air's thick with the smell of rot and decay, and it feels charged with electricity like before a thunderstorm... Meanwhile, a destroyed locomotive in the distance somehow reassembles itself, like, piece by piece, and it's now pulling the wreckage back onto the nearby train tracks.