The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise bioluminescence is seeping from the joints of this massive, abandoned radio telescope, casting an otherworldly glow across the surrounding, iridescent salt flats. The air's electric with an intense, buzzing charge, and water's dripping upward from the telescope's edge, forming crystalline icicles that cling to its metallic eaves like a fragile, filigree-patterned cage. The sun's high overhead, frozen in place, and a low hum's coming from...nowhere, pulsing softly in sync with the bioluminescence. A cryptic phrase, "BITCOIN STORM SURGE", is etched into the telescope's surface, somehow, as if laser-cut.