The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading upwards from a central drain, forming a self-sustaining vortex in the middle of a deserted, concrete skate park. Uh, the air's crisp and there's a faint scent of burned plastic and motor oil, with this low hum vibrating through the ground. The sky above is a swirling mess of purple clouds, lit up by flashes of electricity, while a lone, unblinking LED billboard displays an endless stream of crypto wallet addresses and blockchain transaction hashes. Like, somehow, the sun is shining from directly below us, casting long shadows upwards onto the clouds.