The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, an endless grid of identical, partially disassembled toy Meccano cranes stretches out under a pale gray sky, their metallic skeletons somehow connected to a complex system of crystal formations embedded in the wet earth. Rain pours down from above, but it's weirdly... contained within an invisible grid of tiny, individual rain showers that only touch each Meccano crane, somehow syncing with a scrolling feed of Dogecoin transactions projected onto the cranes' wet surfaces. The air's thick with moisture and has this... pungent smell of burnt circuits, but there's a weird feeling of stillness.