The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystal formations are jutting out of the ground, like... half-buried in the snow, surrounded by an endless white expanse that stretches to the horizon. The air's got this weird, still quality to it, and it smells faintly of burned plastic, but there's no wind, and the snow's not even falling anymore – it's just suspended in mid-air. The crystal formations are somehow, slowly rearranging themselves to spell out "HODL" in bold, three-dimensional letters that reflect the pale blue light of the setting sun. Umm, the crystals seem to be charging the air with electricity.