The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through a massive, dusty skylight above a deserted shopping mall food court, casting a warm glow over the empty tables and chairs. Like, the air's pretty still, it smells of stale grease and there's a faint hum of idle machinery. Water's somehow flowing upwards from a large, abandoned fountain, nourishing a sprawling network of thorny vines that are... embedded with microscopic, shimmering fragments of what looks like a Bitcoin blockchain hash. The sound of gently dripping water echoes off the tile floor.