The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant chunks of asphalt are somehow regrowing and reforming into a pristine, unused parking lot. Like, the air's super still, and there's this heavy smell of freshly laid tar, as the sun beats down relentlessly from its high-noon position. Umm, a massive LCD screen somehow embedded into a nearby cliffside is displaying a 4chan thread discussing the merits of DeFi protocols, as a lone excavator moves in the distance, endlessly digging and refilling its own hole.